Surrender

I've been forcing words into bloom before they are ready for form. Forcing certainty into uncertain situations. Forcing hope into unvetted promises that have no place to become. Forcing myself outside of myself because everything within has been feeling like too much. Forcing clarity to make itself known. Forcing prayers up into spaces already crowded with the same requests. 

Surrender is wooing me. Asking me to ease my tongue away from the roof of my mouth, to unclench my jaws, and to press my own head back in that posture that allows more air for the having. 

I’m too tired to say no. Too attracted to not resisting anymore. Too unconcerned about unraveling and falling into pieces after whatever case that has been holding me together has been removed. Too okay with and too needy for whatever surrender wants with me.