Surrender

She said,
"Surrender!" over and over
and I bucked against the command
finally
I bowed my head
again and again
in the picture of subservience
in the image of obedience
and acquiescence
but
in my Heart
in my Heart
there
there was Rage.
Not the impotent foot-stamping tantrum
but an ill tide
forever lapping away at my foundation.
of the house I built
or
of the house I am building
I don't know.
"Surrender?" I ask myself.