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Photo © 2023 Jennifer Wagner |
All your belittlements
have fallen at my feet
like dead bees.
They stung
and left me mumbling incoherently,
stumbling toward water.
But, I’m still standing.
And they are now
what they always were:
fertilizer
for my next
most magnificent
bloom.
© 2023 Jennifer Wagner
This poem is so tender and powerful!! I guess we all have 'dead bees' don't we? better to let them fall than continue to re-live the sting with the result being an unfeeling scar tissue- bound heart!
ReplyDeleteOuch!!! This one does have a powerful sting! ;)
ReplyDeleteAmazing as usual…. So very excited that you’re posting again. Praying for dead Wasps as well!
ReplyDeleteYay! Love how you turned it around. Bees make honey but can also sting.
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