Stroke Of Lightning Poem by David Whalen

In Truth…

I leaned much more on you
Than ever you did on me
The stronger of the sexes is
By far the weaker emotionally

As in the forest the mighty Oak
That seemingly shelters the smaller trees
Must suffer the mortal lightning stroke
That brings it to it's knees

So do I now…like the mighty Oak
Lean much more on you… than ever you on me?
And was I ever, truly the stronger…
Or twas that I only seemed to be?