22/05/2025
Surrender comes so often not in grace, but in exhaustion.
When there’s nothing left to grip,
and no strength left to fight.
It’s the moment you finally admit:
my way no longer works.
I can’t carry it all alone.
And in that quiet undoing,
a soft whisper begins to rise:
there is another way…
What are you still trying to hold together
with your bare hands?
What might happen if you let it fall…
and let yourself be held?
Makena x