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The Silence Between the Sentences: Where Ambition, Grief, and Grace Meet - Read Between the Rhymes. Lead Between the Lines.
| AUTHOR | Halford, Carl |
| PUBLISHER | Independently Published (05/29/2025) |
| PRODUCT TYPE | Paperback (Paperback) |
This is not a poetry book.
This is a war cry, a resurrection manual, and a mirror held to your unspoken truths.
The Silence Between the Sentences rips open the quiet corners of ambition, grief, and grace-where most of us hide. Crafted like a katana, each piece slices through performance, pain, and pretence, inviting the reader not to read-but to rebuild. With ten unapologetic sections, this collection weaponises metaphor, fractures structure, and awakens identity through poetic confrontation.
These aren't poems. These are verbal surgeries. Written by a voice that feels like future-you and father-you speaking at once, this book is brutal in honesty, redemptive in grace, and legacy-bound in its echo.
If you've ever been lost in the scroll, seduced by applause, burnt out by the grind, or haunted by a grief no one else seems to understand-read this.
Then read it again, out loud.
Because some lines aren't written to be admired.
They're written to wake the parts of you you buried.
This is not a poetry book.
This is a war cry, a resurrection manual, and a mirror held to your unspoken truths.
The Silence Between the Sentences rips open the quiet corners of ambition, grief, and grace-where most of us hide. Crafted like a katana, each piece slices through performance, pain, and pretence, inviting the reader not to read-but to rebuild. With ten unapologetic sections, this collection weaponises metaphor, fractures structure, and awakens identity through poetic confrontation.
These aren't poems. These are verbal surgeries. Written by a voice that feels like future-you and father-you speaking at once, this book is brutal in honesty, redemptive in grace, and legacy-bound in its echo.
If you've ever been lost in the scroll, seduced by applause, burnt out by the grind, or haunted by a grief no one else seems to understand-read this.
Then read it again, out loud.
Because some lines aren't written to be admired.
They're written to wake the parts of you you buried.
