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.
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The first thing that comes to my mind are the voices of guilt that we all have and that we either shout down, argue down, or try to ignore. Something marvelous has to happen in order for them to go away. A most lovely write Teddy
And may I say a beautiful interpretation dear sorrenbarret 🌹 thank you my dear friend. 🌹
You are most welcome
Closets are made for holding things, often things we should have gotten rid of long ago but never had the courage to. And when the will is there to finally clean the closet, it will bring a sense of freedom from the baggage we've hoarded. Beautifully written my dear Teddy!
You have given my words a soul dearest Bella, lovely to see you and thank you my dear friend. 🌹
Your beautiful soul is in your words dear friend.
Wow. Voices are powerful. Great work, sweet Teddy.
Thank you dearest Thomas 🌹
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