Surrender either to human
Or to the spirit higher is
Wrought with dangers lurking
At every step taken—
Self is constantly tested
By ‘self’ with unforeseen blows
Hitting hard from the most unexpected
To love the spirit unknown
Or the spirit known is
A constant flux and in fluidity
The ever dynamic relationship
Adding to the height in millimeters
Love is a miserable experience, you may say
But isn’t it equally or more
Miserable not to love and be loved?

‘Growth’ may be exciting
But the process is painful!

16apr2010
11.14hrs

indira babbellapati

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/surrender-58/