Honey

Honey is a reflective narrative poem about a little girl who spent years searching for the reason she felt unchosen.

Told through the imagery of flowers, honey, gardens, and a name she nearly learned to replace, this piece explores belonging, loneliness, identity, tenderness, and the quiet ache of growing up believing there must be a reason she felt harder to love.

It is for the ones who kept changing themselves in hopes that love might finally stay.

For the ones who learned how to be useful before they learned how to be held.

For the ones who spent years believing they had to become someone else before they deserved to belong.

Created from my home to yours, this poem is a place to sit beside the child who kept asking questions flowers could never answer.

The child who crossed out letters.

The child who made herself smaller.

The child who mistook being different for being difficult to love.

Because sometimes healing is not becoming someone new.

Sometimes it is returning to the field where the question began.

Setting down the flower.

Taking your own hand.

And finally understanding that there was never anything wrong with you in the first place.

Honey is a story about the child who thought she was unchosen—and the woman who returned to tell her she never was.