Surrender

I don't think I would ever run out of questions.
A million what ifs,
A million whys,
Or that who.

My heart had become used to nothing ever lasting.
This too shall pass, with the bad
Most of the good tags along and
Takes another piece of me.

I am a jumbled mess -
Stitched together with words.
Their ink seeped into my skin,
Mixed into my blood -
It is now coursing through me.

I do not know how to live without it.
The full moon hovered as I thought,
Washing the dishes on the sink,
I do not know how to live without it.

My heart had become too tired of hoping,
And scared of both failing and succeeding.
The words rattle in my head,
They say I have it in me, and
They have me in them.

I want to be ever high, ever grounded
I want to let go and get lost…

I questioned life and coming to be,
I questioned life and the wasting away.
I don't think I will ever find the answers…
So I -
Surrender myself -
To the poetry in between.