Self Love & Sealing Wax

On the shelf under my books and herbs
is a rose gold stick of wax.

It’s a special sparkling wax I use
to seal love letters with,

each seal is stamped with a bee who
(I hope) translates

The love and softness I can’t quite put
to words for my beloved on the other end.

Some days I don’t feel heard…
and no matter how fiercely I write,

the words come out all jumbled,
muted, vague, and broken down.

I wonder why it never occurred to me to send
a little pink champagne bee to myself on days like these.

Vera Lee Bird

Gently exploring emotions through the lens of fairytales, folklore, mental health, and love of storytellers of all forms. Author of Raped, Not Ruined and The Retold Fairytales series.

https://www.birdsfairytales.com
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