A broken tulip

Why

is surrender

so hard,

sometimes?

 

Why

is joy

so elusive,

sometimes?

 

Why

does your nearness

feel so distant,

sometimes?

 

Why

is peace

so fragile,

sometimes?

 

Why

is rest

such hard work,

sometimes?

 

Why

is love

the last thing I want to do,

sometimes ?

 

Why

am I

so weak?

Why

can’t I hold on

to what I know ?

 

Why

is  surrender

so hard,

sometimes?