The Web You Weave

Armies unseen fight battles in your blood,
Keeping you alive while you move through your day.
You pack your daughter’s lunch, walk your mother to the door,
Show up for work, answer when a friend calls.

You ignore your health and fall — the world shifts:
Your daughter waits for dinner that won’t come.
Your aging mother stumbles with no arm to hold.
The friend calls, but nobody answers.

Invisible armies keep you standing; you keep others standing.
One node falls — all the nodes it touched are lost.