~ s u r r e n d e r ~
you touch white flags embedded
in the softness of your skin,
planted in the grave of your heart,
and dissolved in the apologies
lingering at the corner of your mouth.
it's been a long while since you,
with all that blue melancholy,
have held yourself accountable
for every mishap that occured
in the pages of your passing life.
how about you drink the apology
when it rises to your chapped lips
and tell yourself that you are good
without saying sorry for everything
that you are not able to control?
how about you try to leave flowers
on the withered grave of your heart
until they start blooming in spring,
oh, until they make a topiary garden,
out of that grave that dwells in winter?
how about you adorn the white flags
embedded in your skin with a smile
and surrender to your well being
that you have so rightly deserved
and needed for such a long while?
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Poetry#314 in poetry [Aug 19, 2021] "A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it." ~ E. B. White.
