The First Whisper | Poetry for the Haunted Heart

…a place where the silence softens…

Welcome to the quiet. This is where the silence breaks…not with a scream, but with the soft, deliberate tremble of truth.

These poems explore and express love, loss, abuse, memory, and the human experience. Every poem here is a whisper that could not be spoken…until now.

…and ends with your first whisper.

Whispers that break the silence…

deceit drained our desire to flower

dulled my mind and left my soul despaired

queens snorted and screamed

my body stood naked and exposed

your slur—my ceaseless derogation

a rush of warmth as I remembered

to be rescued from this icy place

sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth

the mob’s cheers and chants battered my ears