
This weeks poem was submitted by Amelia Rutley. If you’re interested submit your poem to sebastian@lifepublishinggroup.com
She surrendered
To the slowness, to the simple
To the shuffling of priorities and the shifting of goalposts
To being at the bottom of the list with her partner.
And maybe the dog.
To scooters ridden down hallways
To catch ups at playgrounds and fragments of conversations
To sticky banana good morning kisses and soggy breadcrumbs underfoot
To crayon boxes beside dinner plates
To Disney soundtracks on repeat
To late nights, early mornings and 2am stumbles down hallways.
She surrendered.
Because to fight it would mean to be drowned by it.
And so she was swept up in the tides of change, of mess, of chaos, of love and of life.
And the sands shifted below her and the waves ebbed and flowed and crashed and calmed
around her.
Until one day she found she could stand again
In waters that felt new, but familiar at the same time.
She breathed in her surroundings - soaking in the sunlight, drinking in the details, stretching
into her space
And she lived.