Isis taught me what it means to be a mother. The Prose is based on my experiences, and was inspired by the art of Janice Duke, in the Featured Photo. Her blog is https://janiceduke.com/
I first knew her as Dove Mommy
I was debilitated
On the Bathroom Floor
Lost in Visions
Of War
Of Pain
Of my Past
And I was Naked
And I was Alone
And I was Afraid
I felt a human Dove
Wrap her wings around me
Wings of Protection
Wings of Warmth
And I began to cry
I began to Let It Go
I was unfrozen.
By Love.
My Dove Mommy
I spoke to her
As I speak to Spirits.
And I Realized who she was.
A Goddess.
But first she was to me,
A Mother,
Giving me warmth
When I was Cold, Scared, and Alone.
A loving mother,
Who does not control,
But Guides
With love, and Tenderness.
My Isis.
My Dove Mommy.
My Goddess.
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