Sweet Surrender

It was a long arduous road,
blood, toil, tears and sweat,
I offered
but I fret.

The long drawn out battle,
over now
but I'm unsettled.

Though thankful to still be alive,
to emerge victorious,
is what I strive.

Even if it's only
by the slightest of margin,
I'd take it boldly
and celebrate my win.

But until the 28th of November
I'd remember, remember,
I will for now get lost in
a sweet, sweet surrender.