honeybee

pain is fluttering in the snow

winter, weary wings

slightly transparent

faded and fragile

a honeybee begging for flowers

crawling, sliding on ice

slipping sideways

kicking its feet in a furious fight

for freedom

pain is sort of

dithering

in the air

nearly here, not quite there

i can almost see it

almost feel the warmth

of the light

reflected splashes of sun

melting the snow

changing everything

i used to know

and despite it all

every survival instinct

i reach for it

plead for it

i try to clasp it in my hands

when i catch it

the flutter of wings

against my closed palms

it reminds me, i have

no right to keep captive

a life

even if it is mine

even if the pain

is mine

i have no right

to keep it in my hands

pain is fluttering

around my face

brushing soft wings

against my pink cheeks

and i smile

i know

it is still worthwhile

i hold out a finger

and it perches

a place for us both to exist

i am important

i will be missed.

12:56pm - 07/11/25 - in the staff room.