I dangle here, lightly.
Spinning these silver threads.
As the wind catches me and spins me slowly,
As if I was dancing at midnight.
I build this structure around me.
One that is soft, sticky and strong.
This home is something that will shelter me from the unknown, the painful.
Hours I spend working,
These legs ache, they become numb like licorice in a child’s fingers.
I push myself harder,
So I have this place around me.
To provide for me, to protect me.
Finally I see the intricate patterns,
It is beautiful as the moon catches it and it sparkles.
It is those things to which are often hidden, overlooked.
I am proud of this foundation.
I worked hard for this place.
I lie upon it and rest my head,
I close my eyes for a minute and take a deep breath.
It is here; the rain comes and washes away these threads.
And all this time I spent preparing.
My efforts seem as if they were for nothing.
I feel the disappointment run across this small frame.
What good was this for?
To work hard for nothing?
It is during this moment of frustration and loss.
I realize I am being tested.
It is here I begin to rebuild this structure around me.
That foundation, that refuge and the future I desire.
I will have this web of sureness.