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…

sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth

to be rescued from this icy place

your arms, like carved oak, protected me

a rush of warmth as I remembered

A red speck fades where hands fell short

something to numb the past and silence

queens snorted and screamed

your slur—my ceaseless derogation

dulled my mind and left my soul despaired