Our perspective on change is subject to change. ~ Vernetta Howell

Grant me the serenity to accept
what I cannot change.
Well, that doesn’t leave much
since I’m in charge of the world, huh?
But then again, my track record…
doesn’t seem like much I’ve managed
to change. So, I’ll skip playing god,
let them run their own lives —
into the gutter, of course,
they never would listen.
All I can change is me,
and while I don’t need much,
I could use a bit of polish.
Why am I here? Just the little problem,
the consumption’s a tad out of control.
It’s not like I haven’t managed
the rest pretty darned well.
The fear? How do you know I’m afraid?
The guilt? I’m not guilty!
I’ve done some things,
but it’s not my fault, nothing for guilt.
I’m just up tight because they don’t
understand. What sensitive person
wouldn’t feel the tension in my place?
You think I can change that?? Really?
No? You said I could! Oh. God.
Yeah, sure. I’ve tried that. He ignores me.
I haven’t let him? Bull. I implored him!
What do you mean surrender?
Give up? Absolutely not!
What are you, some kind of cult?
Just tell me the secret of being calm,
happy, smiling for real, not practiced.
What can I do to change?