I can feel it coming on once again The little tickle inside of me The child that needs to come out and play The devilish grin permeating my face. Once it begins It seems to never end The expression of my silly side My quirky side unleashed. My giggles are colorful marbles Falling down an echoing staircase Earshot spectators get quite a show Pulled into the vortex of my laughter. I know it must end The nonstop hysteria The cleansing of my body and mind The cure for what ails me. There is no anguish As the laughter cascades from within my being The pit of my stomach The confines of my throat. It feels like therapy Letting it all out, I feel the rush of life in my veins As I laugh away all the soot in my soul. Copyright 2015 Stacey Handler