Tug of War
The force that pulls me out is here
It’s been here – all along
The force that pulls me in is weak.
The need to be pulled out is strong
So strong, there’s no denying
The force that pulls me in is weak.
But however strong
However willing
However it’s been here
I’m scared to be pulled out.
For the reason the force that pulling me out is strong is weak
For the reason the force that pulling me in is weak is strong
One way or another – it’s been a tug of war waiting to be over.
Copyright © Cherie Gozon | Year Posted 2013
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