Control Things Beyond Our Control Poem by M. A Heathcote

We all want to control things beyond our control.
To our detriment, we push and pull in all directions.
And yet, as the fabric of our lives unfolds
It unravels with every tug, so what am I to do?
If I do nothing, I am uncaring and like an autumn tree.
My fruit is windblown and discarded.
And I am left without a single leaf to call my own.
If I am weak and malleable, I am a doormat.
Lost to myself in a house of disrespect, disobedience.
Where I might be uprooted and thrown aside
Life is a teacher; people are our teachers, too.
I know only that I wish I had nothing more to learn.
But around every corner, there's another lesson
Until your release date from the house of correction.