about surrender, a poem 🩵💙💚

To me

Everything is grey

No 

Black and white 

To be tarring 

The merry murmur 

About. 

A greyscale

Portrait of the 

Infinitude

Of ourselves. 

I live 

In the grey. 

Where shards hold 

Spray

Of the 

Winter sea. 

Grey

But lightened

And 

Brightened

By the moon

And the morning sun. 

The dim light of dawn

Is my home. 

It makes me, 

So many ways 

. As an early riser. 

I feel bereft

But okay. 

Okay 

To be 

As me. 

One word would destroy that

So don't say

Don't speak 

Don't lie

I have been 

Through too much 

Already. 

But I get my strength

Back and back

From the sounds of 

Home. 

Of life. 

Interrupted. 

To journey 

With my dog

To the dawn. 

I will live a whole day soon 

I await it

To meet myself 

In the dusk. 

. 

To then

Sleep a restful sleep 

Dream a restful dream. 

But what if a poem 

When the words wing 

Their way home, 

Is the solution 

So I wait 

And think 

And feel. 

Until freedom becomes 

Me. 

So says 

The room.