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…

the mob’s cheers and chants battered my ears

queens snorted and screamed

I always believed life would be fair

sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth

it gleamed silver in the muted air

my body stood naked and exposed

something to numb the past and silence

dulled my mind and left my soul despaired

A red speck fades where hands fell short