Strength Dance

You take me in your arms,
I feel sheltered.
You say holding me gives you strength,
I say it gives me weakness.
When you hold me,
I can let go of my strength for a while.
Does she come to you then?
I think your strength and mine
Meet and dance.
Maybe they give each other backrubs.
Whatever it may be, it's good for her.
Because when you let me go,
When I stand on my own again,
She comes back to me stronger.
Ready to face the world again,
On our own, but not alone,
Because we carry your touch inside.
Always.