Giving Up
Giving up, how is it done?
Control– an illusion,
anyway.
Days like this when everything breaks
only surrender
remains.
But what is up? What is down?
How can I give it
all the way over?
I grab for language as I sink.
Impermanence wins again.
The day flows on,
and I am lifted,
giving,
giving,
giving
up.
©Susa Silvermarie 2021
Yes, perfect.