In love and war
they say,
All’s fair.
But drafted from the battlefield
a declaration of dependence
violence, fear and distrust
is brought into existence
Reclassified as love.
We volunteer for this.
Our planes – one minute soar
the next – shot down
Our parachutes – one minute open
the next – hung from a tree
Our bodies – one minute able
the next – taken prisoner
Our minds – one minute lucid
the next – held hostage.
But the enemy is me.
What wages war for freedom fought?
Ego.
Ergo,
I surrender.
Why must it be seen as what is lost to give and accept?
Interesting question, Jeff. I do see your point, but I think the word surrender has a negative connotation in our society. It really isn’t about losing. It’s about defeating the enemy by accepting who she has become and using those weaknesses as strengths.