What do I have clenched in my fist?
Fear. Need to control, urge to direct the show.
Compulsion to rescue, to know best,
to fix, even from afar.
What else do I cling to?
Hope, abstinence, recovery,
love, freedom from bitterness,
release from imprisonment.
How do I pick and choose what to keep,
how do I rid myself of the dregs
and keep the treasure?
I’m not in charge. I can’t fix even that.
I just unclench the fist,
release what doesn’t bless me,
and trust the universe, the good,
the god to preserve the bouquet,
to sustain the blessings.