Itsy-Bitsy

To be a winner, {{is}}

to be criticized, it seems;

we can follow all

our inner dreams, but

we won't always {{hypnotize}}

(the readers)

with the stories that

we weave.

*

On a different note, I

I feel like I'm

a spider 🕷...

(itsy-bitsy)

as I

spin a web of

{{tangled prose}};

I have purpose

(in the)

ecosystem, ~though~

(no one)

likes to [[know I'm in]]

their home.

*

To be published, {{is}}

to be immortalized, I feel;

to be recognized (forever),

THAT

(is sometimes)

the one and only way

{{I beleive that I}}

will heal.

But I am far

too very abstract;

my *pretty words* don't

[strike a chord];

I am a stranger in

somebody's penthouse...

winding webs that only

dust the mess (that's settled on)

[[their floor]].

*

On this same note, I

feel like I am

a spider 🕷...

(itsy-bitsy)

as I

spin a web of

{{twisted text}};

I have meaning

(in the)

world I'm in, ~though~

(no one)

likes to [[give me the]]

respect.

*

In the end, the

itsy-bitsy spider

{{climbs up the wall of doubt...}}

the rain may come and

wash the spider out, but...

but...

but...

the itsy-bitsy spider still

has lots to write about. 💙

-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨

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