A Name

Here in this place I have been stripped of all I thought I had.  Land, home, money, self -respect, confidence.  I was stripped to the bone until I could bleed no longer. Yet in that empty place something else entirely developed.  In that blank nakedness of a babe slowly life formed in my womb. It developed and grew until it emerged.  Tired from its birthing journey, it was finally home.  She my creativity.  "What do I call you?" I asked with a dumbfounded look.   "Seraphina Bahira" she replied, "as I am the fire that burns to keep who you are alive.  I am the blood that pulses through your veins. The life soul that accepts breath.  Here together we dwell.  I your creative fire and you, the creator."