She wanted sweet too – just like the others.
For though everyone called her strong she knew she was only playing the part they wanted. She was not strong. Not even a bit of what they expected of her. For there were some who deserved to have it sweet and some, like her, with no sweetness.
She had once tried that sweetness too, tempted by the stories she had heard. In the secret of darkness where no one could see her. But it kept ringing in her head even when she tried it, that her place was between the rocks.
For she felt wrong while she lay there, doing nothing and letting the drips of honey fall on her tongue.
Sweet tasted sweet and that was it.
Maybe if she had stayed and drowned her mind‘s taunts in the sea, maybe just maybe she would have become what all who dripped in honey became. Sweet.
And now she is something between sour and bitter – for her tongue no longer remembers what sweet tastes like.
Yet she yearns for it. She dreams of it.
That someday she will not have to pretend. Not pretend to be strong but be strong because she is. And be sweet because she is.
