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…

a rush of warmth as I remembered

I always believed life would be fair

something to numb the past and silence

my body stood naked and exposed

sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth

deceit drained our desire to flower

the mob’s cheers and chants battered my ears

your arms, like carved oak, protected me

queens snorted and screamed