I’m tired.
Tired of fighting on my own.
Relying on my own understanding,
And the lingering words of past conversations,
That I never took part in.
So I’ll ask for help.
I’ll crawl on my hands and knees to you,
Not in self-deprecation,
But simply because I can’t stand,
And ask you to help me up.
I’ll not be ashamed,
Because what shame is there in not knowing?
Tis of much more benefit to me,
To admit that I can’t,
Than to prove that I can.
So I’ll say again,
I’m tired.
Tired of fighting on my own.
You’ll lift me up and help me stand,
And I’ll rely on you for a time.
It’s our differences that create strength.
Puzzle pieces by themselves are useless,
Their edges lobed and crooked,
Their artwork incomplete.
Together they create a beautiful image,
And a bond that’s difficult to break.
The arm of one piece fits snugly,
Into the space an other is missing.
These are our knowledge and experiences.
So teach me what you know,
And bear witness to what I’ve seen.
For the strengthening of us both.