The Mermaid


Inspired by Kelli Rose Fugate

Someday, I’ll write like Tori Amos.
Or me.
Or Bukowski.
Or Rumi.
Or not.
Maybe I’ll learn to shut up.
But probably not.
Love the poet in me.
The girl I wish I was.
The woman I am.
The nurturer.
The one that wants to please.
Love and understand me completely.
Or don’t.
My free spirit will always wander.
Maybe I am a mermaid.
Longing to swim with dolphins.
But maybe, just maybe I want to be held and loved.
Maybe, loving me is that simple.

But what if I’m a mermaid?

In these jeans of yours with her name still on it
Hey, but I don’t care
‘Cause sometimes
I said sometimes I hear my voice
I hear my voice
I hear my voice
And it’s been here
Silent all these years

I’ve been here
Silent all these years
Silent all these
Silent all these years…