by Elizabeth Challinor

I have surrendered 

I no longer seek shelter

from my pain

No promises, analyses or words of wisdom

Just surrender

To the storm

I will no longer pile up sand bags 

In my soul


Come in and stay

While I live each day

Howl through me

While I go on my way

Living, eating, sleeping

Talking, walking, writing


Sometimes laughing 

Other times crying

But always knowing

That neither reason nor comfort

Will keep the pain at bay

For long...


Flow through me

Raging River 

I am the green grassy banks

That have nothing to say.

Elizabeth Challinor