a mermaid knows

by Irene Young

A mermaid dives deep.
She is not afraid of
what may be buried at the
bottom of her fluid heart.

She is not frozen in fear
watching from the dunes.
Instead a mermaid swims the waters
where she bathes in her own
self love.

To be a sea maid, one must breathe
with the wisdom of that freedom
is not walking the shore, but
touching the bottom with faith
that one rebounds to fresh waters,
through open eyes, with clear lungs,
a willing heart, and new skin
to breathe out the old,
and in the daring.

A mermaid knows
memory is both
a chain that binds,
and the key that frees;
the truth that heals
in the name of The Mother,
The Daughter, and The Holy Self.


About thalassa

Occasionally doting wife, damn proud momma of two adorable children, veteran of the United States Navy, semi-steampunk bohemian beach addict from middle America, Civil War reenactor and Victorian natural history aficionado, canoeing and kayaking and paddleboarding fanatic, Unitarian Universalist and pantheistic Pagan, devotee of various aquatic deities, and practitioner of bioregional witchery View all posts by thalassa

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