Like the spider spinning its web in an old abandoned room.

She was locked away in her mind trying to understand how she had been consumed.

Like the vultures waiting for the untimely death.

They laughed and counted her out, as she stood in fear and wept.

Her hope and faith wasn’t lost only slightly hidden away.

Like a mouse storing food for the winters stay.

She too would gain from this what she could and rest.

For when this mama bear wakes, oh the mountains that will shake.