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…