A full, blood moon, sipping my witch’s brew trying to conjure a bit of magick from these wounds as the ravens swoon, whispering to me the secrets of all their darkest, most beautiful and haunting truths while they offer me comfort, insight and maybe even a little healing too July 8 2020 © Debbie Berk…
Unheard
The Empty of words speaking the deeper hurts of all that remains unspoken, Unheard No rhyme, no reason, no message or meaning just endless time rewind, pause collect the losses scream the silences, hush the truths keep the darkness hid accept the lie that this too is a gift that to survive is to surrender…
Dead Hands and Tired Souls
The clock stops paused at just a tad past the midnight hour no energy left in those tired hands for moving time beyond this darkness silent and still and I am tired too but it’s a tired that sleep can’t cure neither can time whether it moves or slows or completely stops for I am…
The Grieving Tree
I place another leaf, Add another unwanted seed to the soil of the grieving tree and watch half helpless, half given up the burden of my darkness grow without wings, without fight for there is not one left in these hopes made empty by once daring to dream 1/22/2019 ©Debbie Berk
