If I were to be

Trapped on an island

With nothing except for me

And that one thing that I have,

I think I could live comfortably.

This one thing gives me

The strength that I need

To get through the pain

Of my most difficult days.

Now before you ask,

No, it is not a lover,

Or a friend,

Or a book,

Or an article of cherished clothing.

All I need is this dear laugh of mine.

Laughter is the key to ending my solidarity.

It relieves my soul from the burdens of this life,

Even if it is only temporarily.

Could a deserted island be a more perfect place?

To showcase my carefully hidden vulnerability?