My Mother, the Sea

My mother, the Sea, calls to me,
“Take off your armor, shed your false skin,
Come to me and be free.” I stand poised,
On the edge of two worlds, afraid,
Afraid, I say, “I won’t.”

My mother, the Sea, calls to me,
“Come back and be with me, my daughter,
Come to me and be free.” I take a step
Toward her, her sweet murmurs lap
At my feet, afraid,
Afraid, I say, “I can’t.”

My mother, the Sea, calls to me,
“Come, Come,” she whispers seductively as
She moves away from me. I look back, afraid,
Afraid, I say, “I will”
And walk into her arms,
Free, free.