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)