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Caging the Waters
If I could do one thing before I die
I’d learn to wear my insecurities with pride
Like an old oak tree
Acorn ornaments hung just before a season of sleeping
A trust for keeping
Should the warming air not awaken the mother-to-be
For now, the swimming waters are freezing
Teasing the fall with thin sheets of surface ice
Caging the waters from thirsty roots
Of the stubborn green shoots of grass
We might kiss once the frost drips away
Touch our lips in a moment of confidence forcefully conveyed
Like a bee serving his sweet labor to the Queen
Shaking his wings in either praise or hesitation
In laud and admiration
Toward the beauty of what he’ll never possess
For now, the honeycombs remain sealed
Unimpressive and unrevealed in their humble condition
Caging the sugars from the outside world
In order to give life to the sweet infants of innocence
If I could do two things before I die
I’d learn to wear my insecurities with pride
And, hold my heart in my hands for all who need love
