wasps

There were those years of wasps

Paper chewing

Nest building

Accusing

Flying fiends;

Laughing in my face

Invoking fear and

Magnifying their threat to my life

Now

There are pools of honesty on all sides

Laughter and sobriety

Revelation…..

And you say there is grace

Forgiveness enough

To go around;

Lies that will evaporate without a sound?

I wish the years of wasps

Never were

Rather than my recent

Past exposing my fear

And I wish they all

Could forgive me

For all the years

I ran from them.

I wish….