Surrender

Surrender

looks like this:

Stepping onto the bus

in spite of the fear

heart pounding wildly in silent protest

a little prayer for help flitting across the mind

Afraid

of somehow being transported

to a destination

not of my own choosing

(a distant planet, perhaps?)

Realizing (belatedly)

that it’s

Okay

not to be the driver

in control behind the wheel

but to just Relax

and Ride

wide-eyed, with child-like curiosity

wondering

‘Where are we going

today?’