She is
Patches and pieces, scabs, scraps and scars, darkness, pain and a broken heart, a hot mess of chaos within the quiet, she is poetry, haunting photograph, an abstract beauty, and an ever healing wounded soul, she is an on going work of art, a masterpiece in the making Art/Digital Art/Poem Debbie Berk 2020
on wings of darkness
Maybe, I imagine, that peace comes on the softness of wings, of being carried away the blackbirds as they croak and caw, soothing me to sleep with the haunting call of their poetry and song, tucking me deep within this nesting I never want to leave as dark feathers cover and keep me while I…
where the lonely go
Into the darkness follow the shadows, that deep call of the void, follow, follow the dark sorrows home Art/Poem Debbie Berk 2020
the Truth
is not meant to be soft as a kitten’s paws, no the truth has much bigger, sharper claws often leaving deep puncture wounds within you as it whispers ”fuck your feelings,” coming like a harsh light of burning reality 6/19/2020 ©Debbie Berk 2020
A far away dreamer
you’ll never reach her, she’s long on her way to touch the stars, free amidst the darkness, only the love of the moon can keep her 7/11/2020 ©Debbie Berk 2020
I Cry
for the days lost and for the knowing no change comes in the tomorrows I cannot seem to reach though I try, yes I try but I am tired so very, very tired July 3 2020 © Debbie Berk 2020
Cater-fly
half caterpillar and half butterfly I am mostly darkness with a little bit of light and just enough hope to believe that still it may be possible to fly in spite of these foreboding and ever turbulent skies 6/4/2020 © Debbie Berk 2020
