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…
Mental Fortress
the radiance of my spirit dimmed.
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
I Exist
to be rescued from this icy place
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
Blood Burning
queens snorted and screamed
Danced the Razor’s Edge
with one slice he would see me
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
I Exist
to be rescued from this icy place
When No One Saw and No One Heard
the soil soaked in my hurried hurt