The Dancers of the Ordeal

I discover that this Ordeal is a dance
It was made to measure for you and me
It is tiring, cruel and sinister
Like when it poisoned me
I fell but I got up and I’m back to the beat
The movements are so complicated
Sometimes we step on each other’s feet
And other times we support each other to not fall
Apropos, was you who got me up from that fall
And from others stumblings that I gave along this waltz
As long as we are holding hands
We will always find the right steps
Even if it’s too complicated
Or need extra flexibility
We always return to the beat
I don’t know when the Ordeal will go away
And I don’t know how many trials we’ll have to do
I only know that while we’re together
We will never get lost