Purple moon
Accompanies me
Down deep
In the darkened blue
Sea
Finding the middle
Beneath all the
Debris
Twinkling bright stars
Shining heaven’s light
Guiding me through
The dark
Staying in the darkness
Doesn’t frighten me
Away
I’ve got small stones of
Joy in my pocket
Reminding me
Of the way
A new rhinestone uncovered
Collect it
Yippee Ki Yay
Getting stronger
Every new day
From the lightning in the
Sun
Sparking confidence
So electric
Kickstarting my heart with
Unconditional love rhymes
From inside
Flowing energy surging into me
Musical
A new rhythmic heartbeat
Transplanted in
A human soul
Transformed
By the love
Within.
About the Creator
Kristina Kirby
I’m a preschool teacher from Waco, Texas. I’m deep diving inside pulling out my inner greatness. I’m a Phoenix rising through the darkness. Writing is my new passion. So grateful and thankful to be here.
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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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