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…

something to numb the past and silence

to be rescued from this icy place

sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth

it gleamed silver in the muted air

I always believed life would be fair

your slur—my ceaseless derogation

a rush of warmth as I remembered

deceit drained our desire to flower

A red speck fades where hands fell short