Arachnimistakes
each one of my mistakes is
a spider in a beautiful purse
i carry with me it’s pink as
all my mistakes have been
so girly. the frenzies of
youth left me with many
regrets but my mistakes came
from who i am those spiders
crawled out of my heart
the thing about spiders
is each one can tell
a story, weave a web that
shows the design of its soul
they weave webs of self-hate,
impulsivity, ego, coldness
but spiders don’t belong in
a bag, and so i say a prayer
and leave it in the field
to be emptied by the stars
and i walk away.
Copyright © Sydney Morrison | Year Posted 2023
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