Do you remember how to laugh?
I mean really laugh.
Is it that you’ve forgotten,
or that you are too afraid of the violent
quake it would create
if you were to disrupt the sea within you,
to enter into any different kind of mood
than the one you have been resting
unpeacefully in for years?
Are you afraid that happiness is a mistake,
and when it leaves you will break
into more pieces that you’re already in?
I have watched you grow thin,
and if I could have one wish for you
it would be that you would remember
that there is more than one way to be fed.
I want to see you bring
laughter to its knees,
to have its knees bleed
under the weight of what your disease
can do, to even the most whole of things.
Laughter should look up to you like a god,
like you are the sky
under which all of us are
lucky enough to lie.
If laughter must die,
let it be not because you were
too afraid to let it live,
but because you used it all up,
since were too afraid to let it die.
By Elise Addlem.