Dramatic Monologue: Complete Surrender Poem by ashok jadhav

Dramatic Monologue: Complete Surrender
I am tired of holding on.
Tired of clenched fists and guarded prayers,
Of pretending I command the tide
When even my breath is borrowed.
Tonight, I loosen my grip—
Not in defeat, but in truth.
I fought like a warrior,
Believing strength was resistance,
That faith meant answers,
And control meant safety.
But every battle left me emptier,
Every victory, strangely hollow.
Listen—
Do you hear the silence after struggle?
That is where surrender waits.
Not as an end,
But as a doorway I feared to open.
I lay down my pride,
That heavy armor forged from fear.
I lay down my questions,
Not because they are wrong,
But because they no longer rule me.
I lay down my will—
Trembling, yes—
But honest at last.
Take my plans,
So carefully drawn and so easily broken.
Take my wounds,
Still bleeding with hope and regret.
Take my name, my role, my need to be right.
I bring nothing polished—
Only myself.
Complete surrender is not collapse.
It is trust stripped bare.
It is saying, "I do not know, "
And discovering that not knowing
Can still be held.
If I must fall, let it be into mercy.
If I must wait, let it be without bitterness.
I release the future,
Not to darkness,
But to a wisdom deeper than mine.
Here—
This is my final resistance:
I stop resisting.
I rest my life in unseen hands,
And in this letting go,
I am finally free.