I’ve carried these poems inside me for a long time.
They were meant to be a book, my story laid bare, line by line, wound by wound.
But I’m not ready for that yet.
Not for the world to hold it all at once.
This space — right here — feels softer.
Safer. Where I can say what I need to say,
in my own time and in my own way.
So instead, I’m sharing Sea Salt and Silence one piece at a time.
This is a story about growing up with a hunger that never got fed.
About love that hurt more than it healed.
About learning to survive the kind of pain
you don’t always have words for.
It’s about what it costs
to keep going
when no one ever taught you how.
Every week, a new piece in this ongoing series.
Real. Raw. Sometimes rough.
But always honest.
This is not
a pretty story,
but it is true.
And finally,
I am ready
to tell it.
If you’d like to support my work, here are a few lovely ways:
• Share this series #SeaSaltandSilence and leave a comment on the pieces that resonate with you.
• Grab a copy of my poetry books on Amazon
• Visit my print shop for gentle, meaningful art
• Or treat me to a little coffee on Ko-fi—it helps me keep writing, one cup at a time
Thank you for being here with me.
Debra 💛
I sense we are fellow travelers, the paths may have wound down different roads but your words speak to a place inside that my soul knows. I look forward to your work.
This is strong, and a brilliant idea to continue weekly. Beautiful, Debra.