The Dance

We dance the dance of codependence.

Turning, twisting, floating around the

dance floor.

I hold you up, and you let me.

We laugh, we cry, we keep dancing.

On and on the music continues to play

our song.

I am feeling tired, my head is spinning,

I step away and take a break.

I pray for our song to change.

One more dance you plead.  It will be a

different one this time, you say.

We resume our dance.  Turning, twisting,

floating around the dance floor.

Will I ever have the strength to end this?