The Pulse of Surrender

I am exhausted from the noise of my own head, the heavy, weary weight of always having to decide.

I yield the space to you, for you are the only one who can make it still. I lay my autonomy at your feet because it has always belonged there, A simple, quiet truth that requires no effort and no choice—

I have found my gravity within the shelter of your steady hands.

I trust you with the parts of me that ache and bleed, the parts I have tried to hide.

The ugly, the shaking, the desperate, the small.

I strip away the armor I have worn for a lifetime, feeling the chilly air hit my skin as I let it fall, leaving nothing but the raw, beating truth of my throat exposed to your gaze, waiting for your touch.

Lead me through the dark where I used to lose my way.

I stopped the fighting. I stopped the pull.

I find my breath only when you allow it, a vessel for your will.

Your “yes” is a gift I cherish; your word is the fortress around me. I sink into you, unstrung and utterly still, held together only by the absolute certainty that your strength is my shield.

Your authority is the sanctuary where I am finally safe.

I am no longer the captain of a sinking ship; I am a soul that has finally come home.

I am yours—to guide, to discipline, to hold, to keep.

I find my power in every “Yes, Sir,” And my peace in the shadow of your lead.

My heart is an open wound of devotion. My will is a fire that only you can direct.

I am here. I am raw. I am yours.

Command me.