“Admitting weakness makes us strong”
A paradox for certain
How can a “right” seem oh so wrong
Revealed by open curtain?
They said that healing went like this
I dreamt myself… exception?
No messy parts – the gore you’d miss
Then bandage off… perfection.
The time to show – inopportune
I’ve other ventures waiting
But in this state – feel like a loon
Assured he, she – me – hating
I meant to share – in my own time
(my body laughs at planning)
With care, you’d see the bloom sublime
My denouement – enchanting
E’er hesitant – I give you bits;
Those never meant for proffer,
And wonder how the odd piece fits;
Assume rejected offer.
Then mouth agape, I see you stay
How can you look on me this way?
I long to shod these feet of clay
Instead I sense my fears allay
This “strength through weakness” stuff – who knew?
I think I know – it seems ’twas you
You stand by me in love so true
Somehow sustained through black and blue.
defying atrophy 