Positively Charged

I wish for every

Man, woman, child and beast

The feelings I feel right this minute.

I am positively charged.

I am absolutely electrified.

If you plugged me

Into a wall socket

I could light up

An entire city.

I am brimming with joy.

Overflowing with delight.

The hairs on my arms

Stand on end

As these words come rushing out.

I feel masculine

And feminine

And everything in between.

I could jump and touch the clouds

Or dive five thousand feet

On a single deep breath.

I feel the magic inside of me

The delight like a bubble

Too beautiful to burst.

I am positively charged.

The Victorious Lady

She has reached a point now in her life

Where she is beholden to no one and nothing.

And nothing stands in her way,

And she has worked hard

As a business owner,

A wife

And a mother.

She is efficient

And effective

More so than the men

Who fumble and scratch their heads.

She can do

And has done.

Now she is victorious.

So she kicks up her feet

And lights a cigar.

The smoke dances joyfully

Blown from her mouth

In triumph.

She is pleased

And proud of herself,

The only person she needs

To please.

the idea of surrender

do I know what it means to truly surrender?

have I every really let go?

I don’t know.

why am I attached to an outcome?

dictated by a result?

I ought not to be.

have I ever really let go of the rope?

taken my hand off of the wheel?

I don’t think so.

why the hell can’t I just surrender?

melt into the sand?

let my spine soften and loosen?

and not be in control?

Can’t I for once let my body take over?

let my heart do the talking?

and leave my mind’s whine in the distance?

why does the idea of surrender

raise more questions for me

than it answers?

Because I have not surrendered.

Not in a very long time.