Love and Pain

It's so painful, Leaving my web of protection and warmth, and going into a foreign land That only comes with darkness in the dense woods. But much to my dismay, I must leave. Just like a spider leaves it's web when necessary.

Tears as an expression of a form of love so pure, That they do not want to be seen. Only the ones that have been brought up with warmth and love withhold it. It is not to be spoken of; for it fears to be expressed, Because it is a weakness that none would like to showcase.