Sea Creature

They called them delusions.
Ramblings of a harried mind,
her underwater world,
where only she could swim

The pull of dancing colours,
lulling from the shore,
the swell of immortal voices,
a chorus only for her

In a world of mocking,
where touching, seeing,
are the only truths,
she has no such doubt

in the thrashing limbs
and beating heart
of a yearning,
crying sea

It’s time to leave
this unstable ground,
of pitying glances,
rumours behind hands

It’s time to re-enter,
her womb of water,
be led back home,
by the mermaids’ song