Strength

I stand on the ledge 

the water stares back, 

                                  But I 

                                          Am not alone 

The breeze is cool and sticks to my skin 

My throat closes and 

                                     I shake

Gently, you take my had

One.

Two. 

Three steps back

The soft of your shirt 

The strength of your back 

Breath

              Enters my lungs 

The water glistens 

The birds, 

                  they fly 

Not a word is said 

My strenth waxes

and wanes 

not one day is the same 

But you 

are loving, and kind

you understand 

My end is not today 

or tomorrow 

Because when my strength wanes 

I borrow your 

And in turn mine is yours too.