Darkness Comes, Mother Help me

Darkness Comes, Mother Help me

darkness comes, mother help me

In a world dark and strange
I was alone and scared, trembling,
no soft voice to soothe me,
no kind face to smile upon me,
and no strong hand to help me up.

I was lost and could not see,
for tears filled my eyes,
blackness crept towards me,
wrapped my feet in a heavy chill.

The black grip tightened around my ankles
pulling me down slowly into a pit
void of air, like a thick murky swamp.
Darkness comes, Mother Help me.

I called upon The Mother,
my silent screams echoed around Earth
and came back in moans of terror,
chilling me to the bone.

I remembered The Mother from a distant past,
a time of war and enemy invasions,
I called upon Her then and She gave me strength,
the power to rise up and encourage my warriors
as we fought with fury and victory came to us.

Now I called Her again,
to help me fight my own demons.
From far above I saw a dim light,
it grew brighter and I pulled
one hand up out of thick mud
to reach up as high as I could.

darkness comes, mother help me

The Heavens opened up with healing light,
She stood on a cloud, a giantess,
beautiful, her eyes full of love,
and reached down to clasp my hand.

In an instant, as soon as I felt Her touch,
I was on the cloud with Her,
clean and pure I was,
a great peace washed over me.

Once again I put my faith in The Mother
and She was there for me,
healing me, giving me courage
and the strength to go on,
to have faith in myself.
~

© 2021 Phyllis Doyle Burns

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Phyllis Doyle Burns

I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles for The Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am a freelance writer for Fiverr. I am currently an author on HubPages, a member/author of the Maven Coalition, and Senior Editor and an author for The Creative Exiles. Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader. I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.

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