like a bug in a spider web,
Trapped in networks of connections
networks of good intentions,
the stickiness of the web leaves a residue
of helplessness and pointless struggle.
Lost in a maze, the walls
rising like a prison, casting shadows.
Each turn another dead end –
or a circle, tracing a careful path
right back to where I first began.
Too full of feelings, packed tight,
sadness -anger – joy –anger – pain – fear -sadness – anger – joy
packed too tight for air, too heavy to move
trapped in the intricacy of my own making.