By RTF Editor B.J. Hamrick

You’re tangled in her web
It’s obvious to me
There’s nothing I can do
To make you feel or see

She’s bringing you down
Pulling you deep
‘Cause you’re tangled in
Her web of deceit

You’re hanging on her words
Her every phrase so sweet
You’re dancing to the sound
Of her mysterious beat

When the music ends
With weary, tired feet
You’ll despair and die
In her web of deceit

“…for the prostitute reduces you to a loaf of bread, and the adulteress preys upon your very life.”

- Proverbs 6:22

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A note from B.J.: I know this is a weird poem, but I wrote it a few years ago when I was sad about the path a friend of mine was taking. It was hard to watch him make choices I knew were hurting him… and I know a lot of you are in the midst of similar choices.

I’ve been there. And I want you to know the web is never inescapable. I would love to encourage your heart if you are struggling today. Email me at realteenfaith[at]gmail[dot]com if you need to talk.  -bj