Easily torn down. Shredded. Destroyed.
But like the spider, even when hope appears gone, we have the power to spin a new web.
I'm not who I once was. Please don't come here seeking hope or inspiration. I was never that person.
I'm less that person now than I ever once was.
I'm can't share what I don't have enough of for myself. . . . not like food or water or other less needful things.

Like the spider, I'm rebuilding.
Like the spider, my next web of hope will be even more magnificent.
But not yet.
Not yet.