Spider on a Hand

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry

Trust doesn’t come easily.
She can’t be bought
like dropping quarters
in a gumball machine,
and she doesn’t hand out trust
as if distributing flyers
for an open house.
It takes time and discernment,
the emotion that comes
with falling in love,
you just feel it.
You know it’s been earned –
the intuition,
a tattoo on your heart.
What happened then?
Conversations sharing pure joy,
utter anguish spilled
like oil in the sea.
Suddenly,
she’s a spider on a hand
that gets brushed off
hoping never to be seen again.
The drop, nosediving
into a state of confusion,
the impact shooting pain
through every vein and cell.
She tosses questions
into the universe,
they spiral through
the perplexity
because kindness
comes in soft tones,
gentle melodies
only to be shunned.
A decade wiped clean
from the wall calendar.
A friendship washed up
like a soda can on the shore.
Rude actions can crush
a caring heart
at any age.
At any age a caring heart
can become crushed.
She hears chatter
of wishing
to be young again.
She understands
the growing-older trials.
The aches catch her too,
but although good
memories stay vivid,
she doesn’t miss the games,
starting point in youth,
and yet, the games continue.

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83 thoughts on “Spider on a Hand”

    1. I’m the same, Jacqui. I’ve lived with arachnophobia for decades, so I held my breath while searching for a web with no spiders. I can’t even look at them on the screen. Anyway, thank you so much! I’m glad my poem was worth the bravery!

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    1. Thanks so much for your lovely and supportive words, Maggie. No, the web is best to be avoided, but sometimes what we think isn’t the case at all. Sigh. Hugs and loads of love back to you, my friend xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

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      1. Hi lauren
        You are so welcome my friend.
        I do totally get the trust thing 🙄 and as for webs and games they belong in the playground.
        Take good care 🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰 love and hugs back to you.

      3. Just went to the huge Maryland Renaissance Festival/Faire, Lauren. Took me back to the first one I went to back in 1969. It was near you at China Camp State Park, California shortly after it had moved to Northern California. Have you been to one? Or many? I’ll do a post on it next Monday.

  23. Your verses make me contemplate “trust”, the multi-faceted experience with it. I for one have somehow discovered, the hard way sadly, that not until we fully trust someone, or something, can we really see whether that is trustworthy. Too bad we cannot afford to do that as a rule, and your imagery is so vivid about that, Lauren… it conveys those feelings exactly, when our trust gets broken. I especially loved the way you described that spiraling effect of disappointment and sadness, like a heavy undertow,

    “She tosses questions
    into the universe,
    they spiral through
    the perplexity…”

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    1. Hi Nicole, thank you for your thoughtful comment. Multi-faceted is a good description too. Finding trust is a tricky thing, isn’t it? Sometimes, we think or feel one thing, but realize another. I’m glad you liked those lines too. Thanks again, and I hope you’re enjoying the weekend. 💞

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  25. Superbly spun, and poignant, Lauren. Beautiful metaphors, and imagery; alas betrayal comes in many shapes and forms, and doesn’t care who or what suffers from the hurt. 💖

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      2. You’re right, Lisa. It’s good to learn to trust our own instincts. It’s just tough when everything seems fine, and then there is a twist of events out of the blue. Maybe there are times when we never know for sure, but have to take a leap of faith. And it will either be a good leap or a learning leap. 🙂 xo

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