“What lies unspoken often cuts the deepest.”
The water looked still, but stillness has a way of deceiving. Beneath the surface, a pulse stirred, faint, almost invisible, but alive enough to send ripples across the silence. It wasn’t the kind of ripple you could see in the reflection of the lake; it was the kind you feel in your skin, in the hairs at the back of your neck, in the quickening of your breath when you realize something is there.
Whispers live in places like this. They hide between the cracks of boards on a dock, in the echoes that hang in the rafters of a room, in the way shadows lean farther than they should when the moon stretches them thin. The whispers don’t announce themselves. They don’t ask permission. They linger, and sometimes they take root.
It’s strange how healing can only begin when you stop pretending the whispers aren’t there. For years, you learn to quiet them, to layer silence over silence until it becomes a wall. But silence never silences the truth; it holds it, and held truth always finds a way out.
Tonight, the hold was loud. The whispers pressed harder against the stillness, and there was no denying them. The body knows long before the mind admits it: something is stirring, and it is not done with you.
It might not even be about destruction. Sometimes the truth presses through because it’s desperate to be freed, not because it wants to tear you down, but because it is seeking freedom.
Still, the not knowing can bring its own emotional adventure.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
What happens when silence can no longer hold what’s buried? When the surface begins to crack, will truth seep gently through, or erupt in a way no one expected?
SONSHINE FOR YOU 
Kerri, your writing is so powerful, filled with emotion and energy, but in a beautifully subtle way. I often want to comment, but feel my words won’t be able to correctly reflect what yours represent. Thought I’d let you know I appreciate your writing even if I don’t comment. Maggie
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Oh sweet Maggie that means the world to me, thank you so so much. I so appreciate you telling me that and I hope you will share anything you’d like, when I write , I write from something I’m experiencing sometimes it’s present, sometimes it is a continual path through something and I’m expressing my way through it.
My hope is always that whatever I write resonates in ANYWAY and reflects something in each person that reads that it may just open a door or complete a feeling or offer inspiration to their own journey. Your words represent everything, no matter how you express them.
Thank you so so much for sharing and reading.
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It sure sounds like the whispers are screaming to get the truth out. Oh, Kerri, I wish you did not have this ominous experience. Losing Zac was hard enough! Sending you all of my love and healing prayers. 🙏🏻❤️😘
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As my heart keeps beating I’ll keep writing and learning new perspectives and honor the journey… I know it will one day show a different side, in the meantime I grow, cry,😢 learn, stretch, be grateful for the amazing life and love I have and find peace within the storm that surges and sets while I grasp new writing skills helping the process become purposeful in ways I hope help others as well as us. I love you my friend and your always continued love back.
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