In her strength there lies a weakness
Something dark, sinewy, and
Looking to overcome.
It sits there
Looking for its chance
Waiting for its moment
To envelop the strength which held it captive.
When the time comes it jumps
Clawing its way to the surface
Seeking revenge for the time it was held back
Impatiently fighting to take control.
The strength yields beneath the pressure
The weakness exhales -
Victory is near.
That's when the light shines
The strength inhales
Bracing itself once more.
When the pressure begins again,
Strength embraces it,
Turning it over and rolling it into a confused mass
The weakness is enveloped once more
Getting pushed down into the depths of her being.
Strength wins the battle -
Locking down forces
Yet preparing for the next time.
The weakness sits,
Waiting,
Hoping for another chance.
Knowing its only a matter of time until it can rear up again.
Written: 7/17/13
Copyright © 2013 - Heather Cacciatori
