Written by: Leo Larry Amadore

(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