Fall by Aiya

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


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