You may have birthed me in this life my physical mother yet I am not yours alone to claim for I have been the daughter of so many others and I was not born to follow your path or your ways as I have my own journey here to take and I may be of your flesh but…
December’s Ghost
as I enter the small death of winter, slip into the darkness of its aging, aching skin I find that those memories of long ago days remain, lingering still, somewhere in the shadowy corners of these dust covered dreams buried where my darkest secrets are kept in the growing distances I keep as close…
