The Art of Surrender

A woman with war in her eyes

told me I should learn the art of surrender.

How do I contort

into something I’ve never seen before?

My mind is where I draw treaties—

cerebellum trying to move off muscle memory.

I shock myself sometimes.

How do you keep composure

when they try to water you down,

try to filter the minerals out of your poetry

as though your words ain’t potent?

Even unspoken,

we still walk this path like we been chosen.

I hem words and sew syllables,

synchronized to captivate even the loneliest of souls.

See…

See what you can do with just a line.

Paperback or hardcover—

I stargaze and draw isosceles

out of freckled cheekbones in awe & pure wonder.

They wanna know why I call the sky my home—

because I never felt closer to God

than knowing that I’m laying in His open palms.

©hajithepoet

I’m not afraid of dying! I’m more afraid of not truly living. When the days turn into years, I want to look back knowing I was present, that I laughed, created, connected, and loved with intention. So here’s to living fully—choosing joy, choosing the people who choose us, and remembering we’re all just walking each other home. Peace.