What a Tangled Web We Weave
You seemed so harmless and small at the time,
a simple means of avoiding an inconvenience.
Afterwards, I breathed a sigh of relief and went on
my merry way. I gave you little thought--for a while.
You were supposed to be the only one.
Now I'm nervously working on number 4, which is
neither harmless nor small, feeling guilty and
wondering when this nightmarish chain reaction
will end. Each time I try to extract myself from
this tangled mess, the need to get "creative"
arises again! Will there be a number 5? a number 6?
How many have made use of you, the "little white lie,"
through the ages--only to learn how BIG you really are?
January 22, 2018, entered in SKAT A's Premiere Contest 15
January 30, 2019, entered in Maureen McGreavy's Pithy Pants Contest
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
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