My Surrender - Poem by TP Sage
I cannot fathom her consuming essence.
I recognize a silent erosion of my will,
and yet find myself
embracing the totality of my surrender.
Her simple laughter can stir and mix
my emotional being
my thoughts and words
momentarily eliminate my sense
of who I am
and who I will be.
Without effort she can both bemuse and bewilder
leaving me to wonder
without really caring
about the answers
Her presence can encircle my consciousness
like flames burning paper
yet I find myself elated
desiring more fire.
Thoughts of her barge into my mind
at inopportune moments
but more and more
my efforts to separate her image
from my present
are weak and invariably
come to no avail.
I cannot fathom her consuming essence
and I'm losing the desire to
and the reasons why
I should continue to try.
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