Getting High on Recovery

Imagine what silence

Sounds like to me.

It sounds like a glass of water,

Cold and

Now filling my mouth.

It sounds like the massage

Of rain on ground.

It sounds like joy,

To me.

I imagine the silence

and I am pulled.

My soul holds the end

and whispers.

I imagine the silence

And I listen to her

Sing.

If you like this, you may appreciate my other piece, albeit more humorous and tongue in cheek 16 Ways to Cope with Tinnitus (aka Ear Stalking). If you prefer a more reflective piece, see my article about the Coffee Bean Meditation. Either way,

Keep it Real.