Light out beyond what we think we understand,

Our self-created complexities that seek to define us

Even as we seek to define ourselves in a world that

Holds more questions than answers.

To do so I must first look within, seeking a place

That few have dared to go, in thoughts that crawl

Like bloated spiders across tangled webs of memory

As they spin thick cocoons in darkened places.

I must trace these webs to the heart of what I am,

Open what memories that I can find there, cut loose

Those that would poison me, find the queen that spun them

And smite her down to the past from whence she came.

In a world that holds more questions than answers, I must seek

An inner light, the fundamental presence of He who created

Me, before life left its mark and I slammed the door on my heart,

Creating a darkness of tangled, self-created complexities.

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“Spiders”