Poetry

Delicate Like a Web Strand

by: Keith H.J. Bevins

I feel that I am delicate like a spider web.
I am the fine strands that connect together, lighter than sand.
I am delicate like a spider web.
Then again, there is iron in that strand.

My person as a web is destroyed with the brush of a light hand.
I build it back, I'm iron and no hand can brush me lightly away.
I stand. I build. I am.

Delicate like a spider web, I am.
Fine as are those strands, I am.
Yet I build it all back after the fact, because I am.

I am a man.
Not lightly brushed away; I am.
Like iron I stand.
Though I be as delicate as sand.
I am a man.

I will again stand.
Alone, need be, I will be as I am.
Delicate like as a spider web as I am, light as sand.
Iron I am.