She Whispers

She Whispers

I have quieted the voice
Of societal rules and expectations
That incessantly compelled me
With "you should...", "you ought..."

Now I listen and trust
Only the whispers 
Coming from the silence
Coming out of the stillness
To inspire me 

She whispers--
The first line of a poem
That wants to be written
Or someone's name
I am urged to call
Or maybe an image
To be created
Or a place 
That desires my presence

She is--
Soft as a cat's purr
Deep and loving 
As a dog's eyes

I am now only moved
By the whispers...
Of my soul.

bjbeyers 2024