A Spider

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Poetic Dreamers

A poem about mentalhealth stigma.

Submitted: December 19, 2017

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Submitted: December 17, 2017



A Spider


 I sit alone and watch a small spider

spin webs of security without thought,

without any malice or bad intention it waits

until a fly gets inevitably caught.

Then, it eats the fly slowly, mindfully

until the small piece of protein is gone,

It then returns to fixing its web again

without any intruding thought of right or wrong.

It appears through cracks and openings

without meaning to cause a fright,

to the pale white person seeing eight spread legs

reflecting in beautiful light,

it has no concept of love or hate

a bit like me, it just wanders aimlessly, unaware, innocent

hoping its web will catch its bait.

I do not have eight legs, but my mind is like a spider

wandering from corner to corner, every dusty place,

now inhabited by cobwebs and dead flies

like my own abandoned living space.

I am not a bad person, honest, please hear

please don’t cast me aside with derision,

or squash me with your size

I’m just a small spider,

through my small, small eyes.





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