Letting Go

Tight is my fist
These knuckles are white
Clinging to the dearest things of all
Why must it be so hard
to believe you?

Is it difficult?
I mean your love,
It wraps around me
in a sheet of silk
Your joy is a
bike ride down hill
in summer dusk with a hint of rain
Surrender is complete

One finger uncurls
Like a rose in the sun
My hand opens to you
A white dove then flies
Away free forever in your sky