Surrender

The screen stares back at me: 

9:30 pm, 

an unfinished assignment, 

a deadline due. 

My weary chest heaves a heavy breath. 

My aching eyes blink away the darkness. 

 

Do I go to sleep and let my body be still? 

Or will my fingers continue their relentless attack? 

 

In the end, 

surrender is not the same 

as losing 

or giving up. 

 

My head hits the pillow, 

the troops are sent back to base,

and the screen will rise in the morning.

Posted in response to the challenge Self-care.

Geri

MD

17 years old

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