I tend to want to fix
what’s wrong,
of course, the problem is
what I see amiss.
While dysfunction
suits me well,
disordered affections
must be resolved.
Grateful consolation
changes
me, makes me different,
and I’ll never be the same.
Accepting desolation
alters
the prescripted fit
with a measured response.
Indifference to outcomes
adjusts
the working order
to include all.
Yielding to restoration
modifies
my responsibility
to the greater good.
I face shortcomings,
embrace pardon,
and exercise freedom –
I resolve to amend.
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