It’s like the game of Whac a Mole… but I’m going to lay down the mallet. ~ Miranda O’Donnell

Frizzled, frantic, frustrated.
Serenity has left the building.
Oppressed by things to be done,
by ingratitude of people around,
by my inadequacy, by my ineptness.
But that’s what’s inside, what’s in front.
It’s not what should be, not what needs to be.
It’s external, my insecurities arising,
my low self-esteem, my controlling need
to be perfect, either perfectly awesome
or absolutely awful, but perfect.
I don’t need this, don’t want this.
I need not whack any more moles.
God, grant me serenity to accept,
courage to change, and wisdom to know.
Amen. So be it.