grant
me, the serenity…
and
all at once, I surrendered
holding
tight to the need to control it all
to
make everything move under the direction of my hand
in a
life lived so alone
there
is no other way to exist
letting
go of anything, the smallest speck
will
shift the pieces of the paradigm
so
that it is no longer recognizable
so
that it no longer fits
the
panic that comes
with
the threat of losing hold
the
terror of it slipping away
is
enough to shake the foundation
causing
cracks to form
the
splintering lines that spread
from
the center of the whole
reach
like the threads spun in a web
and
begin to sully its integrity
there
is fear so real it has a name
and
sadness so deep it suffocates
drowning
in the stifling morass
a
view above the surface is concealed
hopeless,
helpless, seemingly heartless
the
vast emptiness overtakes
consumed
by consumption
by
the wasting away
flat
on the floor
face
down, frozen still
wishing
for nothing
but for it all to stop
with
skinned knees
and
blistered hands
no
strength to hold
anything
that is left
the
only tangible trace
the
only recognizable piece
is
in the gentle simplicity
of
this grace
of
letting go
of
surrendering
of
trusting and believing
in
faith
My hero!
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