I Hear A Little Less

The little secret that my neighbour shared

I couldn't hear.

The screeching cry my kid made

Piqued my ear.

The tinnitus present in me

Made me cry at first,

For diminishing my drum,

Making me hear a little less.

Often the low sound is not clear

The high volume shudders my drum

Making me shut my ear ringing all the time.

What I could hear and tolerate is the medium sound.

Told me

Good that you don't have to hear 

That which you don't need, 

Neither high nor low.

My homoeopath said,

The only medicine to cure

Is to listen to yourself

Confused with the prescription, I said okay.

The only thing that reverberated in my mind

Is how and what should I listen to me.

In search of a solution

I landed into meditation.

Now I know,

Who am I,

What is the purpose of my life

All I am doing is to connect within to heal.