Sea of honey
The sweetest person you’ll ever meet is not the weakest. We, too, have our dark side and it stings.
That wave is oh so slow to rise —
Indignant sweetness in disguise,
Contaminated by the crud
Which almost turned it into mud.
Oh bitterness of shame and loss!
Am I their dumping ground to toss
Their own pain into my waves,
With honeycombs turned into graves?
A honey-tomb I will not be.
There’s more than they can see to me.
“Naïve”, “unfit for life” and “slow”
Are veils to hide the real show.
Like diamonds, I am meant to last,
Among fast-paced an outcast.
A golden mermaid and a Fey,
Their games I’m not designed to play.
I tried, I failed. I feel the yuck
Of monkey-mind’s perpetual muck.
Fooled once into this “way to be”,
I know the second joke’s on me.
November 7, 22.
N.B.
About the Creator
Nica Breeze
I started writing fairy-tales before I could spell the letters right, at age 6. My fiction and poetry are about one’s private world and love-hate relationship with reality.
I emigrated to America from Eastern Europe, found home in Montana.
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