I will cut myself open to reach my inner comb, where bees nest deep under my skin.

I will learn to make honey and share with those who are famished all because I can.

I will dive to the deepest parts within myself to prune what doesn’t belong.

I will gather the tears I’ve cried and use them to nourish the wilted parts of my soul.

I will wake up to see the sun rise.

I will stand in the rain and I will remember myself.

I will do this for me.