Slighter than a cobweb’s weave of silk

Orchid copyright Mike Flemming published with permission
When our skin feels  vulnerable and frail
Slighter than a cobweb’s weave of silk
Then doubt may hold us back like iron rails

Fearful of bad news in our new mail
Our mood swings like a seesaw at fast tilt
Then our hearts feel vulnerable and frail

Like a frightened dog with drooping tail
Bad news  strikes like a  sword plunged to the hilt
Pain may hold us back like  prison rails

We sentence our own souls  and give no bail
Fearful of the strong, from iron built
Oh, how our hearts feel vulnerable and frail

Like a shoe encumbered with a nail
Our being harms us  through our own bad will
Pain  imprisons us like iron rails

Fear of judgement and our end term bill
Takes from us our goodness and goodwill
When our skin feels  delicate and frail
Then doubt may trap us in our self-made jails