“When the individual accepts, on an unconscious level, the reality of not being able to handle compulsive overeating, there is no residual battle.” ~ Overeaters Anonymous, Second Edition.

I surrender. I put down my weapons —
fear, rationalization, denial, rebellion.
I wave a white flag showing my vulnerability,
my intention to take no action
other than seek to talk, to understand, to communicate.
My hands hover over my head, empty, unarmed.
I remain silent, your prisoner, under your control
speechless so I can influence nobody.
I allow you to take from me the weapons, tools,
devises I might use. You may tie me up,
stop me from acting on my own.
It is your right to protect me, to separate me
from other people, from support, from standby behaviors.
I surrender. I will do as you say, ask instructions,
welcome your input. I will obey, do as you beckon.
Heal me, console me, give me peace and acceptance
so I wonder why for so long I did not surrender.