love is a bee, stings
you once than dies, you’re alone —-
They can’t answer you.
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The Quiet Influence
The Quiet Influence An oracle on steadiness, softness, and returning to oneself Author’s Note This piece was written from a place of quiet integration rather than urgency—a moment when nothing needed to be solved, proven, or pushed through. I wrote it for those who are discovering that healing doesn’t always arrive as a breakthrough, but sometimes as a gentle settling into presence. If this feels anticlimactic, tender, or unexpectedly emotional, you’re not doing it wrong. You’re likely learning how to rest without disappearing—and how to let yourself be held without effort.
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You nailed the creep factor!!! 🤩
This is a poignant and beautifully crafted poem. The metaphor of love as a bee, stinging and then dying, is both striking and heartbreaking. It captures the bittersweet nature of love and loss in a powerful and concise way.
Impressive...and I love Regina Spektor!
Whoaaaa this was so deep and had so many layers to it. You packed a hugeeeee punch with so few words!