Heather Tanti

Unspoken Heather Tanti

'My body's bruised, My skin is bare, Wincing as you grab my hair. You whisper in my ear, How you smell my fear.' - Broken Glass Grief and sadness can drive you into a chasm of fear and paranoia. Relationships are tested; some do not survive the night. Your lips are afraid to part the truth, closing the shutters on the will to thrive. Heather Tanti has channeled these deep waters, walked on broken glass, and looking over her shoulder as fear stared at her. Hoping to overpower her. Waiting for her to crumble in on herself. The only defining difference that sets her apart is that when she was afraid to speak - the words did not die on the tongue - they found another way out. Unspoken: A Poetic Confession is an inward journey of the stages of torment and darkness. These verses pulse with the beat of a broken heart - and how these words were the balm to edge back into the light again slowly. Love, loss, fear, and pain all go hand in hand here - these scenes like a mirror to the soul beneat