A still voice whispers
But no sound travels there.
Ghosts of the past are remembered,
Yet there is no one there to care.
The destiny of the children turn,
With a flicker of hate,
Into pain that no one shares,
Save for the mother, Fate.
Memories pound on the door
Like the reaper come to collect
And the souls of the damned
Stare into the blank face of regret.
Dianne Lowe Breakfield
I was born in 1960 with a tremendous love of animals and a natural talent for the written word. I was also born with a mental illness that went undiagnosed for half of my life. I always dreamed of being able to accomplish just as much as someone who does not have to deal with a mental illness. Being a published writer has always been a dream that seemed just out of reach for me until Dreaming Big Publications gave me a chance. I saved thousands of precious animal lives, and now I am a writer. Who would have guessed it?
Several of my poems have been included in an anthology written by several authors who suffer from a mental illness. The book is titled, ‘Person Suit’ and is available on Amazon.
I have two grown daughters, and through them I have six wonderful grandchildren. My husband has two daughters and a son, and his daughters have given us three grandsons so far.
I live in the country on my family estate, where I ran a non-profit, no-kill animal shelter for ten years and consider this my second greatest achievement only behind my family.