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
This is beautiful…and true.
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