The Cursed Legs

The ocean,

The water

Of life,

Drowns me.

My father,

Creator,

Holds me

Under.

Confined to

The pressure

The depths

The sea

I cannot breathe,

I cannot swim,

I cannot walk

Upon the land.

My voice and

My tail were

Exchanged

For legs.

They broke chains,

Set me free.

But they

Are cursed.

Every step

Shreds my skin.

Sands of

Smashed glass.

My voice,

Taken.

My legs,

Useless.

I cannot breathe,

I cannot swim,

I cannot walk

Upon the land.

I was stupid,

Now I’m useless,

Helpless,

Voiceless.

The man prince

On the shore

Glances,

Bored.

The shores of

Broken glass

Shred my

Fresh flesh.

Each futile

Step I break

Myself

Again.

But the prince

Cares not.

My father,

Cares not.

The creature,

The evil,

Wicked witch,

Cares not.

I drag on,

I crawl more

Unto the

Shattered shores.

The water laps

My bloodied feet.

I recoil

In agony.

All I wanted

I could not have.

I wished to breathe

I wished to swim

I wished to walk

Upon the land.

The water

Envelops

My feet

My legs.

I have no strength.

I cannot breathe,

I cannot swim,

I cannot stand

Upon the land.

But the sea,

The water,

Is not

A threat.

It covers me,

A warm blanket,

Comforting me,

Healing my wounds.

I struggle

To see my

Hero,

Savior.

Her dark skin,

Her white skirt,

Her red shirt,

Her blue beads.

She kneels,

And takes

My hand

In hers.

The water

Bends to her.

I can stand.

I can breathe,

I can swim,

I can walk

On the land.

She lusts for

The ocean

But I yearn

For the land.

Together,

The lion of the Lord

And the path to the Sea,

We can see

The whole world.