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…
Orphan
My mother was a flame and my father a drop of rain now a ghost and I was a gentle open earth dreaming, a soft wind that blew planting the seeds nearly drowned at birth and still I struggle to rise from the smoke, desperate to reclaim them both, building fires in the storm, waiting…
Sacrificing Angels
Sacrificing Angels Barely you survived the flames of your desire emerging from the ruins dumb founded and dazed smoke forming a perfectly darkened halo around you, half drunk, half bruised your singed wings, “what a beautiful tragedy,” and so sweet, the smoldering loss of innocence in the blood offering to the demons and the gods…
The Burning
Love is the ghost fire rising from the smoke of our burnt out desires, the shadow of a whisper that remembers our name returning hearts to flame ©Debbie Berk / 2/16/2015
