Stuck in a spider’s web,
Surrounded by the sticky silk.
Though I push and strain away,
The sticky silk forcibly remains.
The world is in my forefront view.
Behind remains the sticky silk,
My arms and legs stuck on it.
Another pull, another strain,
I know the creator will come through,
Like always.
As I seek myself through his loving eyes,
There’s nothing I cannot do,
From this dwelling place of divine.
There’s always the forefront view,
And the next step will land me there,
Next to him,
To another world free from silk,
The enemies and monsters
Remain in the rear view web.
As I break free of the sticky web,
And pull through to the front again,
What was once a fear,
Is now a gift,
As I dwell,
With the monsters in my bed.
Fearless and laughing,
At the horror I gave them.
Today the price seems fair,
To discover myself
Through the despicable web.
Sometimes you lose yourself,
To find yourself once again.
An unending journey,
To fine tune our gifts.
Until our mission is complete,
And our destiny fulfilled.