maternal mermaid

life ~ a marine carousel of soul-cracks an odyssey of thorns and memories, a reverie of regrets and roses. and I a mere spectator of my own circus~ I reminisce lost in the eyes of bleeding skies, tracing colors within the celestial casket of cryptic lies, emanating funeral embers of deceased innocence, blanketed in buried trauma, six feet beneath familiar footsteps that stomped butterfly blossoms, oblivious to the suppressed cries leaving an ache between suffocating ribs… but will saccharine stars ever reveal stories left unsaid, as every cocktail I sipped was but a wistful concoction of chaos… O beloved moon, forgive the dreariness of the deadliest midnight mirroring grief like a paradox of paralyzed peonies… I’ve long been a victim of soulless ghosts, sold to the scorching gold that the narcissistic sun served on sinister platters~ as if I were not human, as if k a r m a slept in the arms of mythical tales…. yet I am all that the cold fangs of destiny failed to unravel I am k i n d n e s s, awaiting kaleidoscopic rain. I am l o v e , longing to lace lakes of hurt with light… I am p e a c e, painting pages of loneliness with perfumed prose. I am h o p e , delicate yet unbreakable. I am t i m e , fleeting and untamable. so if tomorrow I forget syllables of serenity to embellish introspective i n k with whimsical wisps of wisdom and redolent runes of resilience remember I refuse to drown in delusions and despair for I will swim against treacherous tides facing satanic seas in falcon fortitude~ a maternal mermaid s u r f i n g away from mundane misery, as I taste the tender sparks of turquoise tomorrows amidst the seething storms, veiling the saffron between softened streaks of dulcet dusks...