Butterflies don’t get trapped in spider webs, so I must be something different…

 
this web of my own choosing
 I even helped to build
its supporting structure
 has upheld me
  and those I love
   through countless trials

invisible, sticky strings
 of friendship

holding tight

preventing flight

I don’t want to tear the fabric
 for those who still belong
  but they’re too heavy to take with me

I am afraid to fly

alone.

I don’t know where I’m going

and I am afraid to stay
grounded
lest my wings (soul) dry up

drop off

the path is unclear
  and I’m waiting

    waiting…


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