Before I met you
I was merely an unaging larva
Adept at hiding
Terrified of living
That always closed itself in.
It wasn't until you suddenly rushed in
that I finally gathered up the courage
The desire, the hope, the need
To burst from my suffocating casing
And flew right to thee,
Thinking you were just like me.
But when I did,
I saw what I didn't want to see
I saw the fragile mirror
That your kind eyes were reflecting
And found myself to be
Not the beautiful butterfly I was expecting
But an ordinary worker bee.
So I worked and worked
With my every breath
Persevered for you to notice me
Pleaded that you stay with me
Instead you flew away from me
And the wind under your wings
Carried away every little thing
Sunshine, earth, and rain
Till I finally withered in Spring
Till I finally accepted my fate and gave in
Became a drop of honey
Content just to be
The unseeable sweetness in that warm cup of tea,
I used to see you land in.
The Metamorphosis of a Bee
By: Yitkbel
Sunday, October 1, 2017