Without Witnesses

51 poems of Without Witnesses were born in the silence of years spent alone in the mountains, where loss carved a home. Each one spilled out raw, unfiltered, as grief and solitude turned into words; inner conversations with no one but myself. They are not polished, not ordered, not meant to comfort. They are the truth of what it means to stand against absence, to carry the weight of what’s gone, and to keep breathing anyway.