The Surrender

The Surrender

The white flags been raised
My mind claims victory
And imprisons my heart 

Under lock and key

Wrapped in chains 

Like a work of art 

The mind does not revel

It does not celebrate

It’s perceived dominance 

It feels for its captive

It wants its recovery 

It wants its return to prominence 

The heart relents 

Accepts its sentence 

And returns to the dark 

It counts its days

In a lonely cell

Walls carved with marks 

But they both know 

It’s only a matter of time

Before , again, the heart breaks free

Either by broken lock

Or melted chain

Or simply finding the key 

And when the heart escapes 

It will burn hot

And melt the surrounding snow

And I’ll still love hard

And I’ll still care deep

It’s the only way I know

                      -JT