Whispers Poem by Shirley Harrison

There are voices in her closet
not the one that you will presume
but the closet of her mind
one could say, whispers very slight
hard to hear if one has chosen to wear deaf ears
nevertheless a voice
can certainly be heard
sometimes she just ignores them
imagination is everything when you wish to be ignorant?
alas, the voices are there and until something changes
something magnificent
something that will quiet her closet
she will remain ignorant and the voices will become ever louder, until such a time
she dares to open them to listen.