Hidden truths
Glossed over, unread
Being held together
By superficial thread.
Spiders weave fresh silk
Above the unprepared
Weakened –
Often unheard.
The dimming eyes
Of youth, or the withered
Hands of the old – their stories
Too often untold.
Giving up the fight,
Among poverty and strife;
Trapped, by political agendas
And newspaper lies;
Weaving webs until they die…
Helen Harrison
