Spider

I am a spider
Divine inspiration and creativity flow through me
As I create my web
My web of truths and lies
I’m trapped in a tempting yet entangling situation
I beg of you, don’t become my fly

I am productive
Creating new webs
New ideas
Constantly beginning new projects
I fill my life so it seems less empty

I have laid a thousand egg sacs
Everyday I become pregnant with hundreds
Of new words and ideas
I release them as children into the world
But each night I die inside
Never to see them grow

Because I am the fragile spider
Everyone fears me
Looks to squash me
Some break me apart, leg by leg
They love to watch me squirm
Alone
The fragile spider
Who no one wants, but everyone needs.