If every thought that lived in my head took material form,
it’d be one intricately woven web.
Crisscrossing in emotion, intertwining in depth
shrinking and growing at the same time.
Designed like a messy whole of dancing strands because
an “intricately woven web” doesn’t mean “a flawless web of perfection”.
I’m learning more and more how beautiful the “messiness” is,
it’s where the self is found.
The messier and the more imperfect my mind is,
the more I can truly see.
There’s something so pure about the so-called “mess”,
something so touching about being internally direct.
I often wonder what a web that’s never quite complete
but always somewhat far along in progress could look like.
It’s like feeling an emotion so deeply,
that you realize how truly alive you are,
yet how much more new emotion there is to feel and experience.
Intricacy is what we are in the mind,
yet simplicity is who we are in our core.
So, does that make our individual webs of thought complex or lucid?
Are we intricately woven or clearly spoken?
-Grace
Author’s Note – I don’t usually add punctuation to my poetry, but this piece originally started as a giant paragraph of random thoughts that were floating through my mind. And I let it keep flowing that way because it’s fun to see how the mind will tie everything together in the end.
I often play around with the paradox of life being truly complex or deeply simple, and this piece is like a physical web of all those internal conversations I’ve had about it. In the end, we’re alive to truly LIVE no matter how it feels or what it looks like or how it constantly changes – life is simply (and intricately :)) about living.







