She is backed in a corner, like vultures they lean in
Her only task is to pick one and then they all fall back
Can she, will she, must she really
Sweat cascades down her face, she is in a panic
She was doing just fine constantly on the run
Why now, why must she make a choice
She knows it’s time to stop the running
Time to stop the meaningless chase
The dice are in hand but, will she throw them?
She knows the meaning of the thrust
It symbolizes her letting go of the power,
Which she so
dearly loves and cherishes
She crunches, her belly aches, this is a painful experience
It has been an easy and merry journey thus far,
Her only concern was herself, why must it change
She knows she needs a companion but she is afraid
Afraid of the choice she may make, will it be right?
History has shown she has never really been the best
judge of charterer
Why can’t she just meander past this point, stress sets
in
She paces back and forth, why is this so difficult
The power was her comforter, her shield from reality
Must this really be the end of her reign of terror
She is very unsettled, the acidity in her body rises
Then she recalls the joy of being in love
Oh how she longs to be in Love, really and truly
She knows she has been living a
lie
Preaching that she is rock hard when all she longs for is
to be loved
The games and the power, were all but a distraction
She feels a wave
of surety, this is what she wants
Confident all of a sudden, she is ready to take a leap of
faith
She drops it all the power, the hurt, the anger she leaves
it all behind
Love here she comes
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