Her grip was strong
And looking back, in hindsight I recognize that
It wasn’t quite her who clung so tightly,
But her heart that held on…
Me, never asking to be left alone,
But wishing to love her at arm’s length
How could I imagine that because her weakness for me,
I would discover my own strengths?
Knowing me better than I did myself.
Saying so all along…
Now I realize;
The only thing left holding me up was her hanging on.
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