It approached as subtle background noise
Building as silence passed
Having to remind myself "breathe deep"
Breathing in that subtle feeling, so steep
Air thickening as I still
Memory re-emerging exposing dark spaces
The Earth's spin catching up to my exhale
Vision sharpening acutely
Fighting the urge to bite my nails
Next breath dots frenzy under my eyelids
Truth piercing through the brain haze
To the outside, confusion currently in session
Seeming to hold me captured in a daze
But I'm sifting through memory
Cleansing and renewing cells
Exhaling paths already walked
Releasing silent wails
As my line has been sleep oh so long
And in the next deep breath, heat fills my space
Breathing in a new day, a new note, a new ray
Assuring, I have been here before
We have walked this path
No such thing as a wrong turn
And as warmth fills the sky
I'm renewed freedom isn't unattainable
Just shy
In stillness, my essence emerges
In stillness, my pain is embodied
In stillness, I cast off salted wounds
Subtly realizing the shine is mine
About the Creator
AJS
Passionate story-teller. My escape and way of innerstanding the world has been to write about it.
Letting out the poems, short stories, memories, and aspirations as the body keeps score.
Working on my first novel.
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The Salt in her Voice
The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson5 days ago in Fiction
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