Tug of War

A rope is tied to each hand,
Making you helpless,
Subject to all that they can take.
Pulling and tugging
Back and forth,
Forth and back.
Your head spins.
You try to lean back when one rope is pulling,
To see if you can resist.
Suddenly it slackens,
Leaving you flat on your butt.
Then the other rope snaps.
You jump to your feet.
This time you try to follow,
Letting yourself be pulled.
You’re right back in the middle.
One of the ropes breaks.
You are dizzy with relief,
Until your cheeks become damp
As you fly at the end of the very leash
That you were trying to avoid.
By Nicole Bates

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