Spider spins a web of woe
To capture creatures flying slow,
I craft a net of woven days
To harness time and tame its ways,
A mesh of moments to ensnare
Life’s precious minutes, fine and fair,
I capture seasons, seize the hours
All mindful of misfortune’s powers,
Yet oft I’ve woven, oft I’ve spun
And when my winsome work was done,
Fate has struck a sudden blow
To shred my web and lay it low,
And though I’ve wept and though I’ve mourned
To see my handsome fabric torn,
Each loss has changed my life entire
For strength is forged in sorrow’s fire.
Now wider strands stretch silken strong
Across my loom where they belong,
Disaster taught me to survive
I weave again to stay alive.
This is so beautiful, and true! Thank you for sharing!