the invisible catch

surrender -
a white flag,
long mistaken for defeat,
deserves another name.

it’s time for rebirth,
reclamation,
a new game. 
trust in the mystery.

the pause before the rebuttal,
the grace within leaning back,
into a trust fall, 
you cannot see. 

what if surrender,
is actually courage,
cloaked in unseen belief?

like an acrobat, 
swinging between ivory rings, 
there’s beauty in the float,
the in-betweens.

the crowd gasps, 
at the lack of certainty,
but cheers when rings are grasped.
oh, the irony. 
what would it be like, 
to drown out the crowd? 

surrender's counter is force.
how many beautiful moments,
have fallen brittle,
to imposition?

take a deep breath,
and leap into the unknown.
let the universe catch you,
for your own entertainment.  

it’s been patiently waiting,
for you,
to release,
your grip.