Spinner

I am the spinner of my life.
How much of the web I weave is made of simple truths,
And how much is spun from the beautiful lies I tell myself?
Curiously, I am far more prescient when it is to others that I proffer sage advice.

Perhaps it is the inventions of my mind that create the sticky net in which I’m so often mired.
How much of the design you see is my true self,
And what must I do to release the inner me?
Maybe letting go of fear is the key.

Fear is my most effortless creation.
I spin it endlessly.
So much so that I forget it’s only a fabrication,
And give it so much power that it clouds my vision.

Only when I learn to love and trust the person looking back at me,
Will I escape that mesh of fear,
So that I may finally gain mastery of my life,
And spin the masterpiece that it is meant to be.