THERE IS NO LAUGHTER

There is no laughter
where the spirit
flies
on a carpet of sorrows
woven
by a tormentor.
But sadness
can be a humbling chore
as it sows
one’s moments
with the seeds
of doubt.
Perhaps
the gold
within the mind
is drenched
in our tears
it will not rust
as long as it dries
from the warmth of love.