In this living that is not…
all that is left of the sacred are the sorrows lost to the mourning shadows of shame in the deep wounds of knowing of no tomorrows to come, of hearing no callings of death beyond, no voices of hope, not one to welcome us home but only the silence of a whispered prayer screaming into…
Skeletons in the Closet, the Clearing
Creative image created using the effects and images within the editing apps on my ipad Poem © Debbie Berk
The Cursed
Creative image created using the effects and images within the editing apps on my ipad Poem © Debbie Berk The Cursed The curse of blood the darkness of love a bitter soul I am the hardened heart of endless night forever growing old unable to quiet the curse too deep in my bones so deep…
Birthday Stew
A poem and image creation I put together, inspired by my upcoming 48th birthday… Poem © Debbie Berk / www.debbieberk.com
