The Spider on my Face

There is a spider on my doorknob.

With colors so magical you would stare in admiration.

I am an arachnophobe with a curiosity for arachnids.

Interesting little eight limbed creatures lurking around.

Never being bigger than the biggest beetle.

The smallest seeming as a speck of stardust.

Many with beautiful bright colors.

For warning, for praying, for hiding.

Whatever the reason, they are gorgeous.

Yet still yelling yikes at the sight.

With their bountiful beady eyes.

Having the desire to acknowledge their presence.

Holding eye contact for more than a second.

Now there is a web on my face.

The spider has started slowly creeping my way.

Walking on its thinly spun thread.

Unknowingly being spectacular.

Inching closer my heart starts racing.

Ready to run from the beauty before me.

Sparking soothing sensations breathing slowly.

Realizing I am not an arachnophobe.

Showing fear only for the venom in its fangs.

With the pain and potential death it can provide.

The pain will pass, as does everything.

Irrationally fearing venom.

As it microscopically destroys from within.

That is truly terrifying.

Remembering to breathe once more.

Calmly and carefully allowing the spider to be.

Replacing it in mother nature to nurture others.

The fear resembles that of the venom within humans.

Our own concealed emotions that give us motion.

Stirring up deep inside.

Constantly concerned about being conceived weak.

Someday beginning to feel nothing because of the suppression.

You start deteriorating from within.

All because we believe we cannot feel.

Due to the “be tough” mentality.

And what can you do, but to heal.

No antivenom required, just permission.

To feel and have open communication.

We are allowed to feel our emotions.

Let it out with your words and expression.

Release the venom.

How can I help? How can we help each other?

To extinguish the venom from within.

From our childhood traumas.

Childhood fears.

Life conditioning's.

Societal acceptance.

The box we have been expected to fill.

The person we have been told to be.

Let go of it.

What is left is you.

The love that keeps up the fight.

Against the venom.

Release the venom.

Feel the love, spread the love, and understand the love.

There is no finite amount of love.

Love is infinite.

Once returning and having cleansed the venom.

I notice the spider walk onto my face.

Allowing it to explore me, I have a friend.

The spider from my doorknob.