Sticks and Ropes

I was put here with a rope

Of which I hold to dearly

This rope has been my friend

That I have used to pull things near me

It has become my nature

Mastering the tug and cling

Usually it works quite nicely

Holding everything

It helped me to secure my love

She felt my warm embrace

Emotions we had never known

Filled up our living space

By her side she held onto

A stick of great design

Sturdy, elegant, yet worn

But never lost its shine

She used it for so many things

While I looked on, in awe

A cane, a vault, a weapon

The stick helped her to withdraw

We traveled to so many places

Both our tools, in hand

My rope would help us gather food

Her stick helped us to stand

Together we were perfect

We had everything we wished for

Yet somehow sticks and ropes

Are by design, just meant for war

Every time I felt alone

I pulled her in to stay

But she did not want to be held

That’s when she pushed away

The stick it kept her distant

And propelled her when she ran

My rope was never long enough

To lasso her again

Afraid of getting close to me

The stick kept us apart

But all I knew was closeness

We had broke each others heart

She needed space from everything

The stick made its demand

A rope was never meant for that

We did not understand

The comfort that we find in them

Has split our love in two

But when we learn to lay them down

Is when we start anew