She is one world here, and one in the next
Tied between cultures - between faith and fate
It governs her life
Is she cursed?
Is this past life karma?
Is the will of God?
Forced to work in the garden when she belongs to the waves
Hiding behind fenceposts and walls
How must one give up those ancient dreams?
They sing beyond the confines of time, haunting like the whispers of dark, those hungry ghosts
Giving way to comfort and stoicism will never rid of the work that is needed to be done
Stars will never give full answers
Staring at old photos of the past
Will never give you the answers you seek
There is no comfort in waiting
For someone or something to save you
You must save yourself
You must walk alone
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The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
