It is through the distance of the deepest darkness slow and long that I find the dawn touching the face of hope as I trace the shadows and the shape of one more scar searching the edges or the center of the light that shines, guides from the fight of the flame ever burning within…
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…
