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To Surrender in Stillness

A poem

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Here and now I surrender.

There are no more walls, no stones, no space, between me and this pain.

Let me feel it in each and every cell.

Let it consume me, take over, bring me down to my knees.

I’ll remain here irreversibly undone.

This defeat has been long in the making; let the enemy make a home in the ruins of me.

Let the dust settle — let people forget my name and face; it shall be as if there was never a body that carried my heart and art.

I never was…

But, should the day arrive when a single calla lily decides to spring into life from the cold site of my downfall, let her blossom and be plentiful, let her have what I could not, let her live in stillness and reach out for the sunlight until the end of days comes to ravish it all.

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