Surrender

Sometimes I long to be weak
to lie helpless on the floor
to allow my heavy burdens
pressing down, to crush my core

breathless and exerted
you'd hold and comfort me
I could rely on your protection
to allow me fevered sleep

It's a curse to be strong
to flex to each event
to hold up under peril
to push through each duress

It seems to be a hardship
to endure what life throws out
making sense out of insanity
to build on others doubt

I praise the hand that made me strong
and I bless the ones that tended
but sometimes in the midst of struggle
I wish that I'd surrendered