Light goes thin,
but something shifts within;
I wish I were brave enough to know.
Silence stabs,
like I’d said something wrong;
I wish I were brave enough to speak.
Voices rise,
all claiming to be right;
I wish I were brave enough to think.
Whispers from the Walls: More Lonely Poems to Echo…
I Exist
to be rescued from this icy place
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
Abnormality Agony
the secret code of my mental illness
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Bound in Darkness
my blood flowed over golden sands
He Whispered Love
in a moment of fantasy
Blood Burning
queens snorted and screamed
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
When Roots Rot
deceit drained our desire to flower