Cobweb - Copyright © 2010 Kat Smith -

Once my secret paradise
great thorny brambles now block the gate,
leaving me trapped inside a wall
built to keep me safe.
I’ve been playing hide and seek
in this garden of my memories too long,
as Darkness dances softly ‘round me on spiny legs.
Should I try to free myself from these fresh spun bonds?
or can I open up to see without fear
the beauty in this tangled and sticky silken web
and be glad of its unyielding embrace?

Am I the spider? Or am I an unwitting guest?
As sunlight stabs through the gloom
I am dazed by rainbow droplets of mist or dew
suspended, trembling in the breeze,
each a gleaming vision of the past, out of context;
drawing me further towards the center.
Will they lead me home?
Or into madness?
Is this a net that keeps me
from rude introduction to solid earth,
or am I caught to later be devoured?
And if not mine, whose web is this
That keeps me so entranced?

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