I admit, now and then,
to letting disappointment glisten
like dew on my temples
over “the one that got away”
—a web of singular drops of water
reveal complex attempts to secure a meal
the instinct of a spider betrayed—
a famished, unrepentant creature,
I hold no loss too small to regret.
I love the feeling this conveys, the idea of seeing myself in such an honest light. Beautiful.
So honest. Strip me bear in the sight of God as to my self is grasping at times. Beautiful poem Dayna.
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