You can lean against it, pushing and shoving, willing it to change
Shouting and demanding that it be as you insist it ought,
Arguing or disagreeing in hopes that your way will win out
Accusing and judging but to what end, only injury wrought.
You can rail against it, pulling free and running, willing it to change
Pleading and urging a change of heart toward your desired view,
Wishing and wanting for what you hoped would come to pass
Sulking and brooding but to what end, it moves farther from you.
You can block its way, halting progress stubbornly, willing it to change
Praying and meditating with intensity that divinity guide their heart
Kneeling and bowing offering submission in hope of some peace
Silently imploring but to what end, no understanding will it impart.
Resignation, there comes a point of resignation, not change but surrender
Weary from the effort of both battle and war the white flag waves
Peace comes in knowing it was your decision to remain yet not to fight
Resigned to what you cannot change, grateful for the pain resignation saves.
Karen Quinn 2013