Honeycomb and homecoming
A poem as I process some news and my favorite experiment of all, dance.
Maybe I’m not a haunted house after all Maybe I’m not room after room of damaged darkness—of locked heartbreak and suffering. Maybe Instead I’m honeycomb Sweetness— Pocketed in hexagonal sanctuaries Kindness— Built by years of hard work Strength— Fostered by the fortitude of our many shared walls And hope— Yes, hope Carried in unwavering belief t…
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