Victory in the Art of Surrender

...just a little something I put together :)

I can’t seem to let go of my will

It is like a tigress strapped to my back,

Claws dig in deep, its weight is deadening

I know it slows us down, and I have to learn the same lessons twice �"

Yet, I always choose myself over you.

 

I can’t seem to let go of my past.

It is like sunshine and thunder,

It is so intelligently intertwined, so full of good and evil,

One second I bask in its warmth, the next, I scramble for cover.

I can’t go back, but I feel too glued to go forward �"

I always choose my “in-between” over you.

 

I can’t seem to let go of my heart.

It is my control center, all of me, who I am.

I have clutched it tightly, safe and warm;

Protected. In my quest to keep it pure, it becomes

Guarded, mean, sorrowful, stained, jealous.

I choose my comfortability over you.

 

I can’t seem to let go of those midgets,

Jeering, singing, they are made strong by the power I give.

They lurk in the night, shrouded by darkness.

They snicker at my struggle, whispering lies, guilt and shame.

And yet, dear Lord, yet! I choose my torment over you.

 

This issue of surrender is a mystery,

A phenomenon of which I can’t phantom.

Try as I might, it is clear I can’t win; (this battle is far bigger than me)

I can’t Tango, I can’t Waltz, and not even the awkward Macarena,

I was made with two left feet; always falling flat on my face.

Change my will, and lead me gently, dance with me patiently…

As you teach me victory in the Art of Surrender. 

Author's Note

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