Today I cannot follow the prompt. Today my heart is heavy, sinking, drowning. I must give credence to the emotion. And let my soul surrender to grief.
Succumbing to the Grief
Some kinds of soul searching produce
grief before healing,
hurt before happiness,
reflection before surrender.
As I bob and tread
and desperately try to keep my head
above the engulfing current
I realize that the grief
is overwhelming,
all consuming.
I cannot be saved
until I surrender.
I have to face the pain,
feel it,
drown in it.
So it will wash away.
I allow myself to be engulfed,
the feelings
flooding my entire being,
enveloping all that is reality.
Going down,
no longer bobbing,
no longer fighting,
succumbing to the completeness of it all.
Grief....
a vital part of my personhood.
Surrender feels like death,
like failure,
like there's never again to be hope.
Only in surrender
do I find peace,
and quiet strength.
The desire to go on.
the resolve that takes.
the strength is breathes.
-Carrie Horn
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