Nervous and tense outside.
But inside there is peace,
An oasis of hope for a thirsty soul.
Like a butterfly suspended on a petal.
Outside, eyes pricked for any sign of danger.
But inside, peaceful reflection;
The droning of bees in her ear, and the sweetness of nectar at her throat.
So quietly she sits.
Waiting for her turn.
Forever waiting.
I don't feel it is my best, but it got okay reviews on another writing site; just wanted to try it out here.
~Skye Demon
