Catching Wings

Broken again...

My silk strings

destroyed by the Wind,

my efforts have sinned.

My creativity-web hasn't caught any wings.

I try again.

More effort- work under deadly Rain.

Lightning,

Thunder,

Wind

and Rain

create destruction

and destroy my creation.

But I have poison in my vein

and I try again.

Make a cobweb

infested with water drops,

thousands of mirrors reflect

a spider dying of hope within a lonely copse.

String becomes entangled in my legs,

eight legs-

but only one brain...

At last...

My cobweb is broken, again.

I leave this world and accept what death brings.

Finally, I receive my wings.

Amen.