Parenting teens is not for wimps.

The Hive

In close quarters of

The place you call prison

It is bound to happen

The wrong day, the wrong room

The wrong dress, the wrong face

A smile full of freedom

Angry hive, unattached, waiting

To land their desperate sting

A swarm with no queen to guide them

You stumble out

Alive but marked by

Fear and weak poison

Knowing tomorrow I will send you

To fly the same path and I

Will say ridiculous things

Like

They’re only bees

Lost insects – no mission

Thinking their job is to sting instead of

Spreading beautiful things

And I’ll say to you, “Love them,” for one day

They will make honey

~Alyson Hinkie, February 24, 2019