Spirit Mother

By Rovva

If you dig your fingers into the soil,
feel the cold and damp Earth,
you can grasp onto Her hand.
If you bend with the great oaks,
hearken ye their wind song,
you can paint Her vast sky.
If you crumble with the harvest leaves,
carry the weight of your sisters,
She will carry you as you fall.
If you soak in the hot summer sun,
let it comfort your spirit,
Her love will shine through.
If you dig, bend, crumble, and soak,
then She will mother you.
A young 23 year old woman with long copper hair, big glasses, dark eyeshadow, black clothing, and a choker with silver spikes and a cat pendant with multicolored eyes

Rovva

QC

YWP Alumni

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