Tug of war

The pushing and pulling, 
the pushing and pulling. 

I will win if I keep pulling, It cannot win if I keep pulling.

But I am tired, oh so very tired.
I seem to have been pulling for eternity.

I will defeat it if I keep pulling. It will stop if I keep pulling.

But my arms grow weaker and weaker.
How long must this continue?

It doesnt not get tired, tired does not apply. 

I let go. 
The rope drops. 

It stands, confused. 
More so, who is more confused?

We both blink, wandering what now?

Mr arms, I can feel my arms.
Blood circulates to my hands>

I am free.