Title: The Tangled Web, by yours truly.
I saw a spider on webbing tangled,
I saw within - my own heart, mangled,
is the spider my own fear,
a weight upon my heart to bear?
Am I just a passing fly?
Devoured again, by and by,
or perhaps am I the tangled web,
what am I to think instead?
Yet I know I am the spider,
the master of the tangled web.
then my heart grew ever lighter,
and clarity came unto my head.
I am the spider, web, and flies,
my heart; a dark and secret space,
tomorrow I go beneath blue skies,
and build another web in grace.
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