THE LIVING DREAM
Throwing yourself into the river in pieces drowns you as crumbs. Casting aside love and longing makes you less in your heart, and your soul stops beating. Pitching your tent with critics and complainers leaves you out in the cold on warm summer evenings. Crest the hill to meet the rising sun; orbit the constellations without hesitation. Petit-point the pictures in your mind, then set them to music. The world is your dream. Live it into reality.
Picture your voice.
I need help.
I need help availing myself of the help
You have provided me.
I am embarrassed to lack the ability
to complete all the steps necessary
for achieving the goals you have set before me.
I see now that it is always my turn with you
and I can stop standing aside
believing that I have had your attention
and must now do without.
I do not want to ask for more;
I don’t want to seem greedy.
I forget that you know my heart
and that you trust me.
I am going to make that a two-way street,
maybe a four-lane highway.
I need help,
thank you for being help full.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault