Through the door...

I surrender

The weight of a thousand hurts

Little worry worms

That burrow through my soul

And leave dirty tracks

smeared grudge marks

cockroach droppings

Of grievances that won't let go.

I surrender

Red faced moments

When I let myself down

When I didn't live up

To my high opinion of myself.

I surrender

That high opinion.

I have much to learn

and it only gets in the way

Of the light of truth.