The Best Medicine?

If laughter is morphine or Motrin,
meds that merely kill the pain
but do not heal the real wound,
the medicine is fake,
and I won’t take that pill.

Laughter can conceal a heavy heart,
but when the laughter ends, the grief remains.

(Proverbs 14:13 NLT)

(For L.L. Barkat’s poetry prompt at The High Calling)

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3 thoughts on “The Best Medicine?

  1. Uh-oh, I think I am in big trouble here… At times I do make a funny out of what wasn’t intended to be as such. But other times, it’s just how I see things… a smile and a twinkly eye and a giggle can do a lot to ease the illness too!

    Monica, you do say so much with so few words. That is a gift, indeed.

    Blessings.

    • Darlene, you are one of the most genuine funnies I know. :) Even when you make a funny out of what wasn’t supposed to be, that’s good laughter that’s the true medicine. The poem was supposed to refer to the fake facade, hiding-behind kind of laughter (as in, don’t worry, everything’s OK, even thought it’s not).
      So…keep being you, and I’ll keep laughing!

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