Whispers - Poem by Elizabeth Lindberg
Whispers of what's in my heart,
what is in my soul,
should I pay attention?
or go with what I know?
glimses of another self,
that I seldom see,
should I still my mind to look?
or ignore my troubled dreams?
dreams are doors into the mind,
and visions of our soul,
If I looked into them,
then I might surely know,
whispers conscience when I'm wrong,
but I insist I'm right,
my dreams they only laugh at me,
the whispers wake at night,
whispers telling truths to me,
with no restraints...they dare,
they also open up new doors,
and whisper, come in here..
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