#treanding

A quiet pulse hums through the dark tunnel

Ocean-blue pearls drifting through my veins

stirring every pulse awake.

I rise through the tide, catching breath,

drifting beside the dead fish in silence.

I breathe beneath the moon’s pale hands,

as the High Priestess waits for my return.

Then the moon drifts away,

and the sun scorches the surface of the sea,

as I melt back into the tide.

I am the mermaid of saltwater veins,

woven by the ocean’s hands,

I yearn for the sun’s warmth like love,

a love that feels like being held by light

even when it leaves me scorched.

The ocean held me in cold hands,

and I never feared the tide,

only the things that burned too warmly

and left scars like fire.

Am I carrying the ocean in my veins,

or am I the ocean’s daughter after all?

Perhaps not knowing is its own kind of mercy.

Big dreams requires sacrifices

Team USA's Elana Meyers Taylor is the most decorated female bobsledder in history. Ahead of her fifth Winter Games, she spoke to CBS News about balancing her busy life as an Olympic athlete and mother of two.