I Still break in the quiet hours.
Losing my very sweet cat sent me spiraling into a deep depression. It took a long time—and the love of a new furry friend, to help me find my way back. If you've ever lost a pet, you know how deeply it can affect your life. This poem is for you—for anyone who's felt that kind of heartbreak and is learning to heal."
Tick, Tick, Snap
This is the shortest chapter in GRAVE NORTH: Book One – Kiara Hart, subtitled They Were Encircled. A sliver of story, yet it holds the weight of oceans.
Kiara’s grief echoes my own—losing a father at thirteen, a mother at thirty-eight. Grief doesn’t fade; it shifts, whispering and roaring in turn.
This poem is a dream, a message from the dark. As Kiara sleeps, sorrow begins to speak.
Written in mourning, these lines reach for light. They are a quiet testament to loss, resilience, and the beauty born from pain.
I offer them with hope: that they reflect something in you, bring comfort, or simply stillness.
May they linger. May they matter.