Mermaid

She used to be free. Diving to the very lowest sands, flying through the dark water up where the sunrays struggled with the tons of waves to penetrate inside the ocean. She used to jump across the air with the dolphins, travel on the backs of whales, listen to the stories of sharks, play with yellow, red, and gold stars... She used to be free... A little princess of the sea.

She used to be free... Until she saw him. He stood so fearlessly on the edge of a ship’s deck. No one knew that he felt the sea the same way mermaids do. She saw it in his eyes. That passion could not be confused with anything, that light depicted on his face was brighter than the reflection of sun in the green waves. She knew there was the end. She knew; there was no way to overcome it. It was too much. Too much to be free again. She became a slave. Not wanting it, rejecting it from the beginning, fearing it. She did not want it, did she? She had to forget herself and go there. There was no other way. She needed to know, to find peace at last. And she went there and laughed with them while it seemed that hundreds of knives were tearing her body and her soul. She gave up herself for that world...

She used to feel free. Before he left her, did not recognize her songs, did not see anything except for the sea. He did not understand... Until she walked away to become a spume... She used to be free. Yet, she chose another way: the way of love, the way, where you do not know what rest is. Thousands of golden webs are chaining your heart and it stops belonging to yourself. Now she can always be with him. Even though he understood it too late. She is a part of the sea. Where she belongs.
She used to be free. But she is truly happy now.