Dark Mother

Mother Love It is not with mine eyes that I turn from your dark embrace for I have seen those arms enfolding me as I slumber. It was your womb that held me as I healed and grew, your lips that spoke my name when others turned away.
It was your gentle fingers that moved me from madness and your tender touch that ever so gently nudged me from your breast.

See also:
Embracing the Dark
Dark Mirror

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