Crying everyday and trying not to burst out laughing.
The insane mind claws at my throat in knots laughing.
Half dark, brown theatre with a brightly lit screen.
I sat near a man who could not stop laughing.
Sadness has stripped them of their sanity and their explanations.
They hear a blank joke, without humor, just caught laughing.
I try to think of family, love, bright sun and rain’s pure air.
Pinned now between grief and tears in the space without thought, laughing.
Oh God, tell this poor poet Hamidah how to write to inspire joy.
Show the path to honeyed humor, good tears, and an only child laughing.
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