Student Poem: ‘In a web of my own making’
February 8, 2017
Editor’s note: This poem was written by staff reporter Sophie Starnes and was featured in the Chickasaw Anoli contest. Starnes is a card-carrying member of the Chickasaw nation and regularly writes poetry. To have your own poems, stories, or essays featured on The Red Ledger, email [email protected]
In a web of my own making
I am lost in a maze,
a ball of red yarn
clasped tightly in
my trembling grip.
Step after step I go,
each footfall leaving
behind a mark so light,
I wonder if perhaps
I have turned to air.
Red string stretches,
miles and miles all
across the maze,
thin lines zigzagging
sharply from path to path.
I’m in the middle
of the maze now,
and I’m stuck in the center
of the red web I made
and I’m trapped by the
paths I have chosen
and I am waiting for the
spider to come
and take me away
but the tricky thing is
I am the spider.