Strong and aloof she stands tall in the shadows,
Looking through the mist, fearful of looming figures,
She pushes it down, straightens her back and makes ready,
She is strong, determined and no one will slay her.
Intimately she pairs with a beautiful soul,
Vulnerability is her achilles, she devalues her need,
She takes all that is given, whether it’s right or wrong,
She pushes away beauty, she is scared.
The tango within, dances on through the years,
Being dependent is weak, it’s needy-it’s bad,
So she builds her defences and avoids situations,
The bricks build up, no light anymore enters.
With a whisper on the wind she sees her life in disarray,
Blaming everyone else for her shock and her betrayal,
With one thought she has believed to be good is independent,
She has fought tooth and nail, and now she must face her truth.
Dependency is trust in the beauty of another soul,
That they are willing to pick you up, to soothe and to hold,
Recognising your needs and allowing someone else to meet them,
Sweetly and gently releasing the need to lead.
With warmth and dedication she learns a new dance,
It’s no longer solo, and she can simply relax,
For when the heart is open to someone else taking the lead,
She is nurtured and cared for, she is loved she is me.