August 1, Poetry Monday

 I've missed a few weeks of writing. Had some of that writer's block which can happen when I don't take time to sit still. 

Transformation

Falling into the sea she floats

Moving to the safety of deep waters

Away from rip tides and strong currents that 

attempt to pull her under.

Hidden gems are there below the surface

The essence of the winds of change are held in her hands

Strong and powerful they create a world of beauty

Tender touches that caress and heal.

Transformation begins and she surfaces from the deep

in her new form, 

like a butterfly from a chrysalis, the mermaid

rises up to sit and wait.

Her song on the wind guides the weary traveler to

the safety of her loving arms.