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…
Of War And Prophecy
Darkness will fall and all our days gone as cities and histories will burn at the edge of days that will not keep us from slipping into the depravity of a bloody abyss filled like an endless pit of futures forsaken, forgotten by the wind and the rain unable to remember our tears as we…
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
