About The Author

William Simpson is a writer and poet who enjoys the peaceful tiny house homestead lifestyle. An avid gardener, raising and caring for farm animals deep within the seclusion of rural America, is now a sanctuary far from his troubled past.

William never had the chance to grow up a normal child. Horribly abused and rejected, a victim of a system that destroys the hopes and dreams of far too many children. Not knowing his biological parents being taken from them, he was fostered and eventually adopted into an environment that can only be described as a child’s worst nightmare. Verbally and physically abused, molested, and raped by those who were his caregivers, set into motion the course of fate William would face alone.

Drugs and alcohol, a runaway, multiple suicide attempts, and being sentenced to juvenile life in prison at the age of fourteen, were the influences that would determine the first half of his life. Homeless off and on most of his adult life, substance abuse, and working all types of odd jobs, was the life of quiet desperation William lived.

Then something changed. William realized that he had a gift that had lain quietly dormant, waiting to be discovered. Writing poetry about the pains he had endured throughout his life, brought the healing and the peace that he had been denied. The dependency upon drugs and alcohol gave way to the new high William felt with the words he wrote. The legions of demons that had once tormented his mind, were now silent.

William’s first book, “LIVING IN THE HOPE OF MY IMAGINATION” was published in 2010. https://www.amazon.com/Living-Hope-Imagination-Compelling-Revelation/dp/088144488X/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top?ie=UTF8

In 2025, William will publish two more books he’s currently writing.

THE CURSE OF A WRITER

the life i have lived

has not been kind

why is the question

to an answer i’ve yet to find

so here i am

a deeply thoughtful man

the ugliness hurts

its pleasures are cherished

lessons are many

fond memories few

though kind to all

i’m close to none

solitude is my only friend

always watching

in thought, i ponder

then holding pen to paper

with words, i compose

a work of art

that provokes emotion

this being the sole intent

the only outlet

to my souls content 

the curse of a writer

has been bestowed upon me

of my choosing

i’d think no

nevertheless, shrouded beneath this burden

i vanquish my inner woes

                                  William Simpson