img by: Little Li
The mechanical queen beeHer beauty is striking
Her aura shimmers – cold, silvery blue
She makes her honey
from my complacency,
my fears,
my doubts,
my procrastination
Then she uses her sting,
harvested from my negativity
to test her potency on me
Her sting is red hot
a pain
too deep
for my body to understand
but
as I writhe
in a kaleidoscope of pain
I know that,
one day,
I will transcend
Be immune to her sting
and instead,
I will be the one
to use her honey
to sweeten my tea
I know that,
one day,
I will transcend
and move
from a circle of despair
to a perfect triangle
of mind, body and spirit
©ebele
(I wrote this yrs ago when I was in a job I didn't like - the only way I could escape it at the time was thru poetry)
