Your voice silences the raging silence
The pain came long ago,
In small increments, like the lottery.
Only your voice soothed the soreness.
Quick, sharp beats tug too-taut heartsrings,
The voices in my head yell, scold, rebuke
Yet your voice is like a drink of water.
The voices in my head speak five times five tongues
Interpretation skills elude me now, they mock me too.
Only your voice makes sense these days.
Days give way to night in ways that hurt,
Nights give way to days and days on end,
Only your voice makes sense these days.
Like the lottery, I thought I'd never win
Yet your voice came free, like the caresses of the wind
Like a drink of water on the desert sand.
The silence no longer rages,
Now the noise alone takes its place,
It chokes all beauty out,
Still, your voice makes sense these days.
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