Day 58: Darkness

Write a poem or journal entry inspired by what you can’t see

Each day I close my eyes, 
listening to the sound of a soothing man's
voice.

He's telling me to breathe in through my nose
and breathe out through my mouth.
He tells me to feel the weight
of my body.

I let my lungs expand and my mind
wander.

In the darkness beneath my eyelids,
I think of floating in the ocean,
the waves licking my upturned feet.

In the darkness, I feel serenity and comfort
in my imagination.