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