Not a poem, but a momentary thought

I become sick on sobriety. Have you ever laughed when it was not appropriate? I do it all too often when the somber becomes just too heavy to absorb. We can only take so much of it before we start spilling through our pores. The emotion bottled up inside is what gushes out. It’s all that’s left. We have expended the serious and built our fortress with it. It holds us together. But the inane, what is it’s purpose? Like insulation? It keeps us at a moderate temperature? Tears release the toxins but laughter cleanses the palate.


About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. Recently I have begun writing a couple of blogs. One poetry and one on hope. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused. Soon to be added is another blog...writings on hope from a biblical perspective. Now it can be seen at please feel free to visit.
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