So she stared at the shattered pieces
Of the crystal jar
And the spider crawled away
To sit beside her on the tree stump
Like little Miss Muffet
She wasn’t frightened
As the spider crawled into her lap
Gazing straight into her eyes
Has it all been stolen?
Have you given your heart away?
Are there regrets?
Would you change anything?
She took the spider into her hand
Walked back inside
Sat on her bed
But tears never came
Instead she noticed the tray of tiny treasures
The most important things
She kept close to her heart
Locked in the vault
Where no one could touch them
Keepsakes, Memories, the flame
For all the lessons she’s learned
Pages and pages in her journal
Filled with life she has lived
Fully and completely engaged
No fear, no hesitation, completely random
Experiences she would never change
Love she would never take back
Heartbreak and longing worth every tear
Pain and suffering worth every moment of clarity
People and stories worth every level of awareness
Friends and family worth everything she could give
No one and nothing had the power to take that away.
She slipped between the flannel sheets
The spider slipped gently away to spin another web
The caterpillar rested in her cocoon waiting for the spring
The flame burned and flickered yet another night
Alongside her tiny treasures
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