The hollow ringing in my ears
reminds me of the crickets
of summers long passed away.
reminds me of the crickets
of summers long passed away.
The quiet moments now,
though never complete,
offer me their strength.
In a realm of inner riches,
love is always flowing
and growing - within and without.
And all shall be well,
even in this shell full of
crickets, there is quiet. *
*Photo courtesy of Carole Barnhart. The poem, on one level, is about my tinnitus. On another, it is about life.
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