It comes, it goes
is gone

     returns

It lives, it dies
is re-

          birthed 

within the familiar of my
ever changing skin and the
strangeness of it all, the inside, outside
of my conflicted soul and mind

heavy with these lost thoughts
that think me not me but is
all of me even in the distant
pieces that

     linger 

as their own separate beings
yet all of a part of the same
tortured heart for we are but one

            ghost

inside these shared shadows
at odds forging disagreeable
bonds, navigating differently

the same haunting of
the all consuming

                        dark

1/9/17 – ©Debbie Berk