Surrender

This battle is too great for me.

Let me be washed

in rising tide

that comes to me

here where I lie,

that cleanses me

without my doing anything,

that gives me back my reason why.

This battle is too great for me.

Let me be bathed in warming sun

that never rations its rays,

but floods out the sorrow and failure

with clean washed, clear eyed day.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 16, 2017