Dark silhouette of a person standing among tall trees. The forest floor is covered in moss, and the sun’s golden light shines brightly through the trees and against the person’s back, almost eerily.
Photo by Johannes Plenio from Pexels

On trembling skin, goosebumps raised, a boy was bathed in sun.
His head downturned, fixed to the ground, as he counted the dew-soaked blades.

For if he raised his bloodshot eyes to look towards the sky,
Dew rolling down the glistening blades would imitate his eyes.

The sun rays shined as strongly as the storm within his thoughts,
Feigning ignorance of its presence, though it looms behind his trots.

The sun, though far, extends its rays and covers all in sight,
Without a glance of jarring sphere its effects still carry weight.

With that in mind, he feels the brush of wind caress his skin,
The storm grew quiet within his mind,
As he remembered calmer days.

- About the endless cycle of recovering from Misophonia
Written by Kshara Bass
http://hearourmisophonia.com/
https://twitter.com/hearourmiso

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Hear Our Misophonia

Hear Our Misophonia

My name is Kshara Bass — Misophonia advocate & Misophone. |Raising awareness for this disorder through myself and others| http://hearourmisophonia.com/