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About This Poem
Ensnared
(Another childhood poem.)
Filaments tightly woven,
a chrysalis cradles me,
deflects the dangers;
it is an armored womb,
bright and hard.
Loosely woven,
a web imprisons me;
struggles snare me firmly
in these gray filaments.
What weaves this armor
and this trap?
It is I --
I am the spider,
and the potential
butterfly.
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