A Cry for Help

Regret is a monster,
that only you can see,
created of the knowledge
that something else could be.
Insecurity is a shadow,
a layer on your heart,
your own two callused hands
holding you in the dark.
Silence is a whisper,
saying you are alone,
quiet too soft to break,
throat and eyes forever closed.
Worry is a guard,
though its voice is your own,
telling you to move
while your hands are chained to stone.
But Laughter is a spark,
a small flame in the night,
the tiny, warm distraction
that keeps us in the fight,
stranger, father, mother, brother,
sister, lover, friend,
fill our lives with laughter,
so that we may start to mend.

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