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 […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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

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