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…

my body stood naked and exposed

your slur—my ceaseless derogation

it gleamed silver in the muted air

I always believed life would be fair

queens snorted and screamed

the mob’s cheers and chants battered my ears

sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth

a rush of warmth as I remembered

dulled my mind and left my soul despaired