giving up

I find myself unable

to save those whom I love

in the way that seems best to me

for one who likes control

to see them spinning out

sometimes engenders blame



it is in giving up

in handing over the lives of those I love

to themselves, to fate, to their choices and the whims of the universe

that peace comes

I can love them without saving them

support them without rescuing them

find joy in their success

not judge their failures

keep an eye to the heavens

where the vast infinite starry mass

has seen this all again and again and again


*picture taken in RHINO art district Denver*