webby fence

I discovered this poem on the web and felt a connection to it.

 

Hannah Chamberlin

Feb 8, 2012

 

Spiderwebs

 

People in essence are spiderwebs

 

Each so fragile and beautiful

 

Yet so strong and full of purpose

 

Each molecule is connected by a strand of the web

 

Each thought intersected

 

Woven into another

 

Yet separate, unique

 

There are no two alike

 

Though many are bland

 

So distasteful

 

Never living out their full potential

 

Instead being destroyed by tiny things

 

The fears and doubts that eat away at the delicate strands

 

Still someway somehow the rare few so complicated

 

Protected so carefully by their creators

 

Manage to hold their true form

 

Even for a second in time

 

They capture drops of inspiration like dew

 

As the sunlight fades the useless webs left unprotected

 

It also catches hold of the glimmer of inspiration

 

Suddenly transformed into a shining brilliant treasure

 

The web can maintain these inspirations

 

Build them into anything they desire

 

Or they may allow them to simply lay in shadow

 

Weighing them down

 

Until they come crashing from their position of glory

 

To a simple puddle of ruin

 

 

 

Done