The little spider

Something happened to me today, a little spider got in my way,
I squealed as he scurried and then he paused in his tracks,
He froze, panicked, and then tried to turn back,
But the only way was forward on his quest of the day,
I scooped him up on paper, ready to send him on his way,
Into the outside world, I let him go,
Got myself thinking about a time that was low,
When I lived in the hostel, and saw a spider on the glass,
I let him out, squealed a little and let the moment pass,
Something very small but it felt significant to me,
To achieve something myself when it was quiet scary,
I used to be afraid of being single, being alone,
But now I have my pets, a job, a home,
Like helping a spider once you know what to do,
Being aloneís not too scary, it may be a bit taboo,
But you can be happy and, it can be both good and bad,
Iím privileged to be able to feel that way, and for that Iím so glad.

Poetry by Melissa Ormond
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Written on 2021-10-18 at 00:55

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MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
a beautiful correlation between spider and poetry of life,keep up the great work

MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
I like how you've connected the "spider" conceit with yourself. I'm sure many can relate to the end, and yes, "being alone's not too scary" too! Nicely written!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this very much.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely work, so well expressed, to show that compashan with a wee cretcher that you you fear, that you care for a crecher as a wee spider.
SO good to be reading your work again, Melisa, welcome back to poetbay. :)