Sweet surrender

Maybe sometimes

When life comes crushing in

Flooding your shores

And overcoming your defence

It’s time to give up the struggle

And rather than drowning

In feelings of defeat

Resurface smiling

Because by finally

Being brought to your knees

And having lost all control

You are blessed with the opportunity

To experience real freedom

And the taste

Of sweet surrender

Opportunity (for Sunday Scribblings)

It is possible

There is a chance

It is an option

It’s fate making an advance

“Please...

Would you care to give me this dance?”

And are you going

To give your hand

Agree to dance

Towards an unknown end

Or turn it away

Because it wasn’t planned?

Threshold (for Writer's Island)

Standing

Looking

Bending forward a bit

Trying to sneak a peek around the corner

Hesitating

One foot in the air

Hang on

No

Shall I?

Shall I not?

Don’t try to step across it

Fly across it!

Dictator of my mind (for Poetry Potluck)

There’s a dictator living in my mind

Sometimes I wish he would go blind

Because if he couldn’t see my dreams

He couldn’t plan his nasty schemes

And sabotage my heart’s desire

Oh and he is such a liar

He whispers in my ear

His tales of dread and fear

And when I try to just let go

He really puts on a big show

The bastard hardly ever sleeps

He’s really giving me the creeps

But I am planning his demise

Slowly I’m unmasking all his spies

Worry and doubt are the biggest two

They won’t survive my thorough review

Of states of mind that keep him in post

He can fuck off and find another host!

The next step (for Sunday Scribblings)

I’ve travelled near and far

Tried following my star

I’ve searched in every place

It’s been a hectic chase

Every step has been towards a goal

Maybe now it’s time to take a stroll

With faith I’d like to place my feet

In mid-air

Confident that they will meet

A solid ground

To carry them forth

In any direction

East, south, west or north