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

sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth

I always believed life would be fair

something to numb the past and silence

queens snorted and screamed

deceit drained our desire to flower

A red speck fades where hands fell short

dulled my mind and left my soul despaired

the mob’s cheers and chants battered my ears