#OctPoWriMo2018 Day 1-Surrender
It’s been a long time since I’ve participated in a poetry challenge, hasn’t it? Well, it is official. I am back. Today begins October Poetry Writing Month, and as you can see from the title we have our first prompt: Surrender. But we’re not talking about simply giving up. We’re talking about giving in, as in freeing yourself from whatever is holding you back from love. What is keeping you from doing something you love or in loving yourself or someone else? Is it fear? Depression and/or anxiety?
Well, here is the thing: you must surrender to whatever it is that is keeping you prisoner. It means letting go and giving in because, as Jack Canfield says, everything you want is on the other side.
“Everything you want is out there waiting for you to ask. Everything you want also wants you. But you have to take action to get it.”
Letting go/giving in is action. To free yourself from those chains, sometimes it means simply accepting that they are there.
When I sat down this morning to write my OctPoWriMo poem, I had in mind one idea. Instead, the poem took over and came out exactly the way it wanted to. I tried to fight it and got no where with it. So I stopped fighting and let it happen and that’s when it worked. Ironic, n’est-ce pas? Sometimes, giving in, or acceptance rather, is what needs to happen. My poem is not a happy one. In fact, after re-reading it I can see how it might seem to be speaking about one kind of surrender when really I am exploring what happens to those old feelings once you have surrendered and stepped out of your comfort zone. It may seem as if you are battling one thing when, really, you are battling yourself. An old way of thinking may be destroyed but a new way of thinking emerges, and it is this change that you are fighting.
So, here is my Surrender poem. I hope you enjoy it and the song that was playing in my head that inspired it.
By Jesi Kay
Smoking cannons aimed and fired,
A war-torn ship plundered of its treasure
And left to sink beneath the waves.
The wounded captain
accepts her fate,
The ragged white flag she holds
Hangs lifeless in her shaking hand.