written by: Sheri M. Stewart
I’m on the fringe looking in
mesmerized by the pull
alluring colors play the surface
beguiling my susceptible mind.
Oh beautiful maelstrom
complete consumption illusory
for you spit me out again
denied ultimate dissipation.
Oh if I could but walk away
from your spinning vortex
but there is something of me inside
singing a siren’s call.
Calling me home to madness
to immersion in fantastic delirium
swimming in frenetic dreams
this mermaid of an impossible sea.
I circle the fringe of reality
people beg me to step back
the maelstrom’s depths that call
scream of their certain deaths within.
If only this sea would claim me
but I return to bitter sensibility
the sea knowing part of me belongs here
grants me the legs to stand on shore.
Yes I am on the fringe again
daring to consider the impossible
the wild magic of it calling
enthralled by my birthplace.
Sheri M. Stewart
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