Her life began with dark storms
She dreamt of the gold at the end of the rainbow
But she was taught to conform
Transformation was a rocky journey to the bright glow
Filled with red anger down to her root
A cheerful orange glow from her core sparked her heart
Her golden yellow confidence gave her hate the boot
The green light lit by forgiveness was the hardest part…
Grateful for her words that flowed like a crystal blue river
Deep blue signs from above let her know her role
Violet dream clouds brought peace, love, and lavender
Which led her to the Gold!
Here is the secret she learned to why she now glows
Gratitude and forgiveness are required, so do not be coy
Reveal to your head what your heart already knows…
Your pot of gold is already inside and your gold is JOY!
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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 Wilson7 days ago in Fiction
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