The Gift of Life

Is there such a thing

As being the master

Of my own life?

Or is it my body,

My heart, my mind,

On which I may

Only wait

So I can

Someday

Take hold

Of the life

That is mine?

But how can one

Take full control

Of what one

Has not chosen

To begin?

Life was a gift

I had no say in.

Could it then

Be that

Taking control,

Be wrong quest?

Is surrendering

Control

Of this gift

The key to the mystery

I have been given?

Becoming the achiever

In the attempt

Of possessing

This unexpected gift?

Must I lose my life

To gain it back?

Becoming the higher

Achiever aiming

To win this battle

Of struggle for control

Waving the flag of white

To show that I surrender

My control, my obsession

Surrendering my greatest weakness,

My beloved temptress

To the One

So I can finally become the victor

Of my life

By gaining Life

In another life

What an unexpected Gift,

Is the gift of Life.