The Surrendering

It’s about letting go of all the things we protect ourselves with.

Her armor,
Her second skin
Hard and rigid underneath
Soft flesh and a bright smile
Ensuring limited access

Her weapons
Her protection
Sometimes holstered
Sometimes drawn
Always on guard

Her trust
Her fragility
A currency so precious
Protected in the vault of her strength and determination

He came in,
A surprise storm
A soaking and gentle rain
Softening her
Seeing her
Creating a river oasis
That washed away
Her Alamo’s last stand

His need
His strength
Connecting and seeing
Unknowingly disarming Venomous fangs
Silver tongues
Stubborn defiance
Weapons unnecessary
In his safe embrace

Her armor, old and worn,
Crumbled in
His handling of
Her beautiful strength

His security
His awareness
Not needing her to be less strong
Releasing the surrendering
From deep within her soul

Naked submission continuing
Unfolding willingly
Patiently being taken
Along the river bends,
Flowing into futures unknown

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It seems that someone who has learned to protect themselves with barriers of steel has been struck in the heart with an arrow of possibility that makes them want to trust again. Told in a flowing free verse form with some excellent and evocative words and phrases.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like the storm analogy...the rains and winds of love that might penetrate her defenses.
Love the last couple lines, especially.

would leave out the tag on the poem...many could relate to this in different ways...and that tag steers us a bit too much...just my opinion...
and strength is beautiful...the kind you speak of here.
j.