Cane of Pearl

This beautiful cane that holds me up
It's like I'm abusing her by needing her touch
Will I ever stand on my own two feet
Is she just a temporary, part of a need

I'm so use to her holding up my frame
Even though she's not forever, I don't feel like it's a game
She's so strong and uplifting to my fragile state of mind
I feel so safe with her in my hand, yet it's like a crime

For should I heal and hold myself high again
Or maybe even my strength comes walking in
I'd have to let go of this cane that became my friend
And I know how much guilt I would hold within

But oh how much comfort this cane makes me feel again