To all sojourners of truth
this journey will test your limits
don’t even want to look up
at the light
Climbing out of a deep dark well
where the bones are buried
under pounds of rotting sludge
is the curse of any spider
and the ascent to the summit is merciless
fraught with rain
and little boys who don’t like spiders
Shadows struggle with their own weakness
an inner cord
that trembles at the truth
taking them to the sunrise
where webs are spun in the morning
glistening with precious jewels
Who will compare one design to another?
Do critics know the cost of thread?
it came from within
each sinew of line
saving the life
on the other end
When people gaze at beauty
they don’t know where it came from
much was overcome
expressing something that could not be said
it’s not vanity
but the thing that keeps us going
our precious thread.
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Thanks North Liza Lane!!!