I don’t want strength, I need it.
Weaknesses be gone. I don’t care for your indecision,
for I have my own to worry about.
I refuse to be the evil sorceress who leads you under her spell.
I want your strength to pour over me like smooth warm chocolate
to envelope my very being and to give me a strong n solid support.
I need to feel it in the depths of my soul.
I need it to strengthen me from within.
I can’t have your weakness drag me down a road of no return.
Your strength makes me aware of the joy around me.
I smile with an assurance that your strength will bring me to find my own strength.
Guide me with your own strong malleable hand and mold me to you.
For I swear that I will respond in kind to all you do.
I will give you ten-fold what you give to me.
It is not wanted.
It is needed.
June 30, 2011