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Trapped within the webs we weave
Seeking freedom
But frightened to leave
Silvery tendrils
Chain us the more within
The more we strive
To reach out

Feeling the force upon my cheek
I am not sure of what
Release I seek
What spidery force wove
Such perfect bonds
That I become this all the more
I seek to change
Each piece of life
I rearrange
Coalesces still
Within this tender plain

I cry again, again!
And yet I still remain

I cry no more, no more!
Forgetting what I came here for
And lingering lastly at the door
I fall to webs I wove before

(c) Helen M Valentina 2017

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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3 Responses to Web

  1. Thai so reminds me of the definition of insanity. “Doing the same thing and expecting a different result.” Nice job, Helen. Happy New year.

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