Silence

The melancholy silence grows thick and even when I catch my breath
it doesn't feel right as if the light could have blinded me and kept me
hidden away when I knew the dark silence was more comforting
I felt the wind blow, the chill and the frost grazed my skin with icy
fingers. The air was stealing my breath away, but I no longer cared.
I needed to feel something besides the numbness that has enveloped
me recently. I know that I'm supposed to be in recovery, yet as each
day passes I slowly find myselff seeing people go on with their lives
and I'm alone standing in the shadows a stranger in a room full of
once familiar faces.