Coming to Surrender

Coming to Surrender

I wear one flip-flop, one stiletto,

shuffle and step,

slide and clop.

I try so hard to cup you in my hands,

but you run out through my fingers.

I try so hard to drink you in,

but I can only get a sip.

Have I never thought of just wading in?

I wear one sleeve long, the other one short,

shiver and sweat,

freeze and melt.

I try so hard to fold you up,

but I cannot shove you in my pocket.

I try so hard to carry you along,

but mountains were not made to be dragged.

Have I never thought of just going into you?

My skin is alive,

I can feel it crawling.

I think I am allergic to myself.

I am so itchy,

you are driving me deeper.

I can no longer resist.

Speak to me!

I think I am finally ready to listen.

Now there is peace.

Ponderings...

Monday, June 23, 2008