Writing

This Diary is meant for me to share my writing and get honest opinions of my work. Please be honest but also be kind.

BeeS

There are times when,

You remind me of,

An eyelash that,

Decided to swim among,

My tears.

You confused me with,

Encouragement, kindness,

Kissing in shadows and holding hands,

I believed everything was a sign,

That we’d be forever.

But then I felt like a spy,

Always have to hide,

Being put down instead of raised up,

Afraid you’d leave if I mis-stepped,

Like walking into a bees nest unprotected.

An Original Poem by C. Stearns.