the doldrums

laugh in the face of misery.

coming in like a tidal wave over the knoll

they do not ask if the time is right to tear up your life into

miniscule pieces

(broken like a pane of glass slamming down on cement, having fallen from a few stories up)---

instead they visit when you think life has finally brought you

peace---

they infest, like termites burrowed in a once thought

old & comfy house,

they sear like burn wounds &

they stick around for what seems like an

eon---

yet,

like with everything,

there is a way to turn the tables,

a way to spit on these dark times,

a way to thump these storms with a 2 x 4

until they are dead in the water.

 

laugh when they come,

laugh in spite of them &

laugh even louder

when they leave---

better to surf the wave than to drown in it.