In Weakness and Strength

I think now I see
The way you got in
Through the back door,
through my weakness
got embedded in there
like a necessary part of
my inner processes.
Good times were scary
relaxing only
when its called
holiday.
Strong times- fascinating!
but frightening
without a part to play
you watched suspicious
and awe-struck

In sickness and health
well, that can be hard
but in weakness and strength
a lot more common a task

A new concept is trialled
its called trusting the other
in weakness
holding out the hand
and not carrying
in strength
holding out the hand
and celebrating
not withdrawing

Looking in my heart I know
it is possible to adore
in both
as long as there is
plenty of courage,
a wonderful
uncelebrated
aphrodisiac!