a heart released

into a breath


it is more than

letting go


I can not

hold onto

hold back

even keep at bay

these armies of you


so I surrender


like Jean d’Arc

like the ebbing tides

like the forests maimed

like those, who fall from towers


I surrender


this is not freedom

nor the conquering of love


it is a scream


it is the trickling of tears


it is the utter emptiness

of desolation