Life swirls around me.
I am out of gear, out
of sync, one beat off.
Nothing makes sense.
I must stay calm
to avoid panic.
Depression's gray fog
begins to wrap
it's smoky fingers
about me.
My physical well-being
is now entrusted to
pink pulsating
plastic pills
I search deep within
for a safe path back
to here
and now a bubbling
bouncing
resurrection
because I laugh.
Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-laugh/
