How Does the World Swallow Me?

How does the world swallow me

into the depths of its creation

entangled in the vines of life

like a helpless fly in a spiders web

i do not control the world i live in

this bitter world controls me

i find myself helpless to the lessons

life is trying to teach me

though i have yet to learn.

I am a simple girl

not beautiful

jaded by the hand that was

dealt to me long before i could

conceive of what i would

become.

I feel blind to my fate, yet i don't completely

know if i should believe that there is a fate

for me.

am i too stubborn

am i too weak

i am merely a maiden who's so small

and weak

watching the world i live in entangle and consume

me, for i am a creation

a creation designed by a greater god than

I.