Almost There

I spent a fair share of the night re-re-re-reading my final proof of Let the Dark Speak, and I am so happy to say that barring any unforseen complications, the Paperback Version should go live on Amazon tonight!

Thank you all so much for following along with me, and having so much patience during the publishing process. I could not have done this without the support I’ve received from so many of you.

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Exciting News

The Kindle version of my book is now live on Amazon!

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If you’re more of a physical book kind of reader (like me,) you’ll still have to wait a bit for the final proof to be approved.

Here’s a little taste of what you’ll find in the book. 🖤

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Understand

I want to float in a vast ocean
in the blackest dark of night,
with only the stars winking
as they watch me wading.

On the edge of sanity and panic
surrounded by sounds I don’t understand,
while swells of hope roll me
between lulls of grey anguish,
I want thunder to shake all around me
as I struggle to keep my eyes dry.

And I want to know
that the shore will never come.
For once, that type of certainty
doesn’t sound so bad.

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And of course, a loving word for those who need it today:

There are never places light can’t reach. Those of us who dwell in the dark must either thrive there, or strive towards the brightness that emanates from hope. Every hour you survive is proof you have immeasurable strength. Don’t ever give up. You are worth more to this world than your thoughts tell you. I will always be here to listen if you need it.

Solitary

A smile lands on your face for a solitary moment;

it disappears into the quiet surrounding you without a sound.

You strain to remember things that used to make you happy,

but the the tide of lament is already washing over you.

You look to the sky, but all you see are clouds drifting carelessly by,

and nothing but gray eternity stares back at you.

You wonder how no one else sees the despair lingering in the air,

raining down with drops that there is no cover from.

A perfect breeze catches your attention and you close your eyes gently,

and you allow your whole body to feel its caress.

A smile lands on your face for a solitary moment;

the tears in your eyes tell you it will have to do for now.

I’ll be adding this to my Poetry Collection Whispers in the Dark later on today. Thank you so much for reading and following my work.

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Poetry Collection | Whispers in the Dark

My previous nine posts have been a collection of poetry and prose focused on mental health called Whispers In The Dark. The feedback and outpouring of support from the community here have been nothing short of inspiring. Depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, and addiction are all incredibly tough foes that many of us face on a daily basis. Suffering doesn’t have to be something we go through alone, and it certainly doesn’t have to happen in silence.

I use my writing as an outlet for dealing with the loss I’ve had in my life, and how it’s affected every facet of living. Putting words to some of the darkest feelings I’ve ever had helps me to cope, and allows me to face those issues head on. I spent the last two days searching for photos that I thought would visually accompany this collection best; I believe I’ve found those pictures. Feel free to use anything I post below in any way you want. All I ask for is that you credit me in one form or another.

Before I post them, I would like to share just one more thought.

Sometimes, a shoulder to lean on, or a ear to listen from a friend is enough. If we all take a moment out of our day to just ask someone how they are, and actually listen- well, sometimes that’s all it takes to give someone what they need to face the day. For the days when it isn’t, there are so many avenues to turn to for help.

If you or anyone you know is having a hard time, and is considering harming themselves please call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273-8255. There is always an answer. There is always a choice.

 

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Spiral

A dry heat emanates from every inch of bare skin,
as every pulse of your heart rattles behind your eyes.
Pain slides its twisted grip into your temples,
so you clench your jaw and wince once more.

A dull ache ascends from your shoulders to your neck,
while a palpable urge to combust burns in your ears.
Your mouth is devoid of moisture; arid and tepid;
your lips long to refrain from cracking any further.

Agony performs it’s haphazard routine,
so your eyelids grow weary of falling too low.
Still, restless, listless sleep washes over you,
and the turmoil of this spiral comes to an end.

 

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Spiral is one of nine poems that make up my Whispers in the Dark Collection, a collection focused on mental health. You can view the rest of the collection here.

Gnaw

All you yearn for is the caress of sleep,
as your body screams at each touch from the sheets.
Nothing feels right against your skin,
as your muscles tense between the layers of bedding.

You turn your body over for the fourth time
searching for just one moment of comfort.
Aches you can’t remember are already there to greet you,
so you settle with groans that will accompany every breath.

You gnaw at the inside of your lip with the tiniest of bites,
while you try over and over to stop your thoughts.
You attempt to blink away your focus,
and the darkness seeps in through your desperate eyes.

You see shapes in the black air that shouldn’t be;
your heart beats a little harder, and much louder.
Your next breath is so sharp that it burns your nose,
as you strain to listen through the fear surrounding you.

If sleep was hard to find before the panic started,
it will be sure to evade you now in the silence that comes.
The softness you desire, the caress, the cocoon,
will be replaced with flecks of hope that drift into the dark.

 

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Gnaw is one of nine poems that make up my Whispers in the Dark Collection, a collection focused on mental health. You can view the rest of the collection here.