Woven Spider Web

My heart's a woven spider web
Made with tender delicate feelings.
Caught was in it a tiny-spider-thought
And found an ancient sense of belongingness.

It grew on its own enormous power
Still tender was the base.

As heavy as a cloud,
It hovered and moved at times.

Little did the heart notice
That it had grown bigger;
Helpless but the pen helped.

Still tender is my heart.
-Rashida