the beekeeper.

prologue.

everything was dark.
and then, there was light.
it sounds like the birth of a newborn child,
but really it was just the birth of a new me.
a new life.
a new purpose.

i was a drowning lamb and somehow
you breathed hope into my lungs
and you saved the shred of life i had left.
you sheltered me in the warmth of your heart
and filled my little head with stories,
our story.
and with our story, i pondered.

would it turn out okay?
who would be the antagonist?
what journeys would we go on?
i thought i was creating the beginning of our book
but really,
it was the beginning of my life.
our story was just the prologue filled with the same overlapping words.

i never was a good author
and the only parts that flowed nicely were the ones you wrote.

you were the beginning of my new life.
just the prologue.
i thought i needed your help finishing the book,
but i think i'll be just fine.