Elizebeth Turnquist

I have no control

It would help if I could let go

The things that happened

Are now sealed in the past

My mind spinning over mistakes

Just makes the now miserable

But I can’t change my past

I may have some control

Of how my future self acts

But mistakes are human

And I’m prone to be flawed

So I’m stewing in my juices

These ruminations eat at me

But produce nothing of value

Here I am trying to let go

As my anxious mind clings.