Beehive

Imagine you lived in a place,
as safe as your mother’s womb, where you can just be.
Without rules, judgment or expectations,
Making you tip toe all your life.
Wouldn’t that be a wonderful place?

Where punishment is a foreign word
The mind can’t pronounce.
Where you can fall on your knees
Without being slapped across the face.
Where you don’t need to climb
That summit no one has ever reached before.
Where the sun on your face
Is just sun on your face. Not your time running out.
Wouldn’t that be a wonderful place?

Where your fingers aren’t on a mission to feel the bones poke through your Skin, and your heart is not tied to your waistline.
Where you are free to bathe in mediocrity
Like the Greek gods did in milk and honey.
What if I told you that place exists?

Caged within your ribs, guarded by your bones.
You can make your mind a paradise.
A beehive for the soul.
In a world at war with the comfort zone,
Learn to call it home.