It was quiet
so soft she barely heard
each new word a raindrop o
recognized later as a tear
It wasn’t a call to arms
or love
or awareness
It was perspective
a gentle note
an insight
To change
to reconsider
to thought
So the girl stopped
wondering
and became a woman
until the call returned
this time so loud
she covered her ears and wished for the past
Silence
But the sound persisted
and this time she realized
it wasn’t one voice
but many
So she stood up and bypassed the window
she had leaned out of in her youth
and opened the door
to let in all kinds of whether