Poems of Surrender
By elle finn
Dependent
I have nourished you
As you took over my
body
And grew into my life
From the inside out
Continually feeding
on me
So trusting and
vulnerable
Abandoning yourself
to my care
As I surrender to
your needs
Everything makes
sense now
The moon linked
cycles
The men in my life
The forces outside my
control
I’m aware of my
influence
My responsibility as
a source of security
To a fragile being in
an uncertain world
I wait patiently
For my mind to catch
up
With my body
So I can nurture my
soul
And help you to
nurture yours
The Shadow People
We live in the
shadows
That is where we work best
Behind veils, behind doors
We weave our webs
We spin our intrigue
We move in mysterious ways
We flutter our butterfly wings
Sometimes you see us
Sometimes you don’t
Sometimes we show ourselves to the
light
And shimmer and shine
For our appreciative audience
We are dazzling
With graceful movements and exotic costumes
Serving with a smile
We are the meek who inherited the
earth
We are survivors
Part of the cockroach conspiracy
But look deep into our eyes
And see the desolation
We are not really here
We are spirits from the underworld
From the cold and the dark
From the shadows
Malleable
I imagine myself
As liquid gold
Flowing under your
fingers
So easy to mould
I imagine myself
As an elastic band
Being stretched to my
limits
At your Masterful
hands
I imagine myself
As a lifelike doll
Easy to influence
Lead and control
I imagine myself
As a spinning top
Turning this way and that
Until directed to stop
I imagine myself
As modelling clay
A shape-changing toy
In the games that we
play
I imagine myself
As a rubber ball
Curling up at your
feet
Feeling humble and
small
Geisha
Butterfly woman
Restrained in your finery
Trained to be pleasing
Your beautiful face
Picture painted, your dark hair
Disciplined with pins
Serene and demure
Elegant in slavery
Tamed and submissive
Femininity
Wrapped up in silk and heightened
On platform sandals
Do you feel fulfilled
Adored and admired or are
You empty inside
Your tiny footsteps
Modest laughter and sweet smile
Hide your suffering
You serve green tea and
Display accomplishments with
Humble servitude
I look up to you
And I see another world
And another me
Omega
I am omega
My mycelium creeps
Beneath the earth
Whatever you are
I am less
The bottom line
To deny it
Would be disservice
To my essence
I am inescapable
I seek acceptance
Despite your reserve
Like a fog
A mysterious virus
My influence spreads
I skim surfaces
And dig deep
Into your heart
You will know
I was here
When you see
My mushroom cloud
Secret Submission
There
are dark places
Deep in
my soul
Where I
need to go
To make
me feel whole
With my
magical Master
I’ve
travelled through space
Dived
into oceans
Looked
death in the face
Through
my surrender
I’ve
broken through fear
And the
pathway to truth
Is now
open and clear
I’ve
seen through the anger
And
pain of my past
With
receptive acceptance
I’ve
found peace at last
I wish
my secret
Could
see the sun
And its
days in hiding
Were
over and done
For
there are dark places
Deep in
my soul
Where I
need to go
To make
me feel whole