Death Practice

September 29

 

DEATH PRACTICE

 

 

“Why do you practice death like it were a skill?  Do you fear you lack ability?  Or, because it’s your goal, have you made it your hobby?”

Beleaguered by the questions of my sponsor I search quickly for some believable response.  “I confused calm with death and thought I was practicing the former…..Death came for a holiday, how could I refuse it?…..It’s a test drive, if I like it I can keep it.”  My sponsor doesn’t think I’m funny.

“Check your motives, wants and desires.  Make sure death is what you really want, that it’s not just your fallback position because you fear life.  Don’t get me wrong, I hope death is a good thing, but why try to chew tomorrow’s food when your plate is full of today?

 

 

Ride change.

*

 

Moniker

 

 

The Hurt carry on the tradition,

would never think to give it up,

don’t even know there is that option,

strap on their weapons without a second thought.

 

How can there be a second thought

when there never was a first.

Hurt is a reflex

and it moves its way through the world

like dominoes tumbling;

 

Everything’s knocked down

before you ever saw it standing.

So, what’s the use anyway?

So, I fall down and in that action push you forward

and we are all together in the mud.

 

But it is so hard to recognize anyone in the mud,

including myself and especially you.

If I hurt you that makes it hard for me to see

anything about you except my wish for your departure,

 

Which I subconsciously hope will take away the guilt

I can’t afford to feel.

If I make it out of the mud I can’t afford anything,

but if I don’t pay up I’ll be in new mud soon,

 

So I must break tradition

and the first step toward that is seeing it

and the second is calling it by its name.

 

 

 

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

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Lineage

September 28

 

LINEAGE

 

 

 

People stand in the queue and I stare, lost in contemplation and compliance.  I weigh the conflicts and complications.  Is this the method to clear identification?  I think I am better known for the lines I’ve crossed, the times I press between warm souls and force myself to the area beyond.  How can I wait my turn for generational stew when the fruit trees bear life for those who break free from ruts and rumbles to bite deeply the flesh of the future?  I can’t stand here though I love so many in this line, I cannot love the line itself.  I must step through, breathe, stretch my legs and mind, take leave of grids and locks, to live a lonelier but healthier life, all caused by a change in direction.

 

 

Enjoy change like flowers before the fruit.

 

*

 

Kicks

 

 

New balance is more than a brand of sneakers.

New balance is a joyful revelation

made possible through constant vigilance.

 

I am tap dancing into a vision,

no more soft shoed wishfulness.

I can lift my feet knowing I can keep my up right posture;

my musculature robust from climbing

the steps and accepting direction.

 

This bright tempo delights me;

I feel stretched, subtle, able-bodied.

Life off the balance beam offers me the world

in which to embrace my equilibrium.

 

 

 

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

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Pirouettes

September 27

 

PIROUETTES

 

 

 

I turn and spin; the world flashes as I go.  I am erect, proud of my self-possession.  I can stand the forces of vector rotation, public opinion and gravity.  Sobriety has made a dancer out of me.  I sprint the stage and take my place.  I know the moves and trust, as best I can, the choreographer and the choreography.  I feel the wind move on my body as I revolve, the blur of existence spreads out before me.  I can let it all pass.  To spot myself and keep my upright posture, the only place that requires my clear and unobstructed view is the line of sight from my sponsor’s eyes to mine.

 

 

Let your work speak.

 

*

 

 

A Verse to the Wise

 

Encoding truth into poetry

makes reality survivable by giving readers

the opportunity to dig truth up like diamonds.

 

Throwing certainty in people’s faces like cold water

gives them a wakeup call but nothing to embrace.

The beauty of semaphore is the dance

that need not be understood by everyone who sees it.

 

Communication through device

leaves headroom and breathing space

while acceptance might be reached.

 

The current of a conversation

often leads me to face the facts,

but a tsunami of candor could drown me.

 

 

 

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

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Screaming Lethargy

September 26

 

SCREAMING LETHARGY

 

 

 

The screaming lethargy of being alive after many years of wanting something else, the exhaustion of pulsing, breathing, waves and waves of thinking.  Yet as tired as I am, I am.  Here without a doubt, I stand.  No crawling for I have not fallen, no climbing for I have reached the plain.  I wait for the rain to wash over me, the truth to run through me, time to pass by me.  As if on a free trip to an unwelcome destination I arrive with randomly packed bags and low expectations.  I’m here now.  The train doesn’t seem to be moving on.  I might as well leave the station, nothing to do on the platform.  There may be points of interest or flowers to be smelled.  I step haltingly and fear making any connection to this unbidden place.  My name is unknown; I befriend the lamppost, the birds, the street.  I am tired of travel, fearful of arrival.  Fury courses through my veins but the weather is pleasant, I might take off my coat and stay.

 

 

Plan a trip with no destination.

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One Street off Amory

 

 

 

Apology holds change at arms length.

Apology is the thing I was taught to wait for

as a sign that things will improve,

but apology is not a harbinger of change.

 

It is quite the opposite

it is the guarantor of business as usual;

no amendment need occur,

apology has been made and life goes on with no alteration.

 

Without variation we all stay sick

and apologizing for that won’t get us better.

Restitution, amends, revelation, revolution

these are the things which make the world bright,

 

Apology is just a scrap with which to wipe your ass.

 

 

 

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

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Optical Illusion

September 25

 

OPTICAL ILLUSIONS

 

 

“Like my new frames?” I ask my sponsor.

“Who wrote your prescription?”

“Oh, the lenses aren’t new, just the frames,” I reply.

“You want to be seen differently but you want to see things the same old way.  My question still stands.  Who wrote you the script for those funhouse glasses you have used all your life? Did it ever occur to you the distortion is ground into the glass?  Remember, some people need you to see things as other than what they are.  Unhappy families look great if you can’t see them too clearly.  It’s hard to know what to say to keep the peace, said Grandma.  She never took off her specs to see there was no peace to keep.  So, I will ask you again.  The view of the world you base your choices on, who chose the color you see it through?”

 

 

Breathe to improve your mind and mood.

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Green Wood

 

When a nail is hammered into a living tree,

the tree is forever changed.

Even if the barb is pulled out

he tree will never be the same.

 

If the spike remains and the tree lives;

over time the nail will be incorporated,

the tree will get on with the business of living

and carry the thing as just a part of what it took to get here.

 

What was trauma is trauma,

but life is big and the longer it gets

the larger the life, is the hope.

 

Piercing experience is engulfed by rings of fresh wood

and a will to grow beyond the moment of impact.

The tree branches out and even a hundred nails can’t stop that.

 

 

 

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

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Works

September 24

 

WORKS

 

 

 

I cry the waterworks so necessary to the healing of my heart.  I explode with the fireworks required for anger to set living boundaries.  I sleep the sleep of angels, as I link to dreamworks allowing mental maintenance to occur.  Slipping into my political face I make time for public works.  I return to my abode, call the pie maker and order ‘the works.’  Have it delivered so I can face the mountain of homework waiting for me and bearing my name.

 

 

Suggest solutions in your diary.

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No Dialing Tonight.

 

When it is late at night and I can’t sleep

I wander and putter and plan my dreams.

I hold out hopes and wash their faces;

pray for rain and clean all traces.

 

Thunderstorms rumble and lightning strikes;

I tune up the plumbing and wipe down the pipes.

All the paint and promises in the world won’t change me;

I’m still lost in the dark without you.

 

Tear stains are friendly till I wash them away

leaving blotchy eyes that can’t be explained;

an aching heart that keeps on ticking

and wishes that can’t come true.

 

Sunday morning is here, too soon

and life rolls on whether you think it should.

Tiny thoughts come out to play

and sad, sad fears keep them at bay.

 

But the dog is curled up under the covers without a care;

I long to disturb her but do not dare.

She is the queen here and I’m but the naïve;

I’ll tend to my writing and try to be brave.

 

For the dawn will follow this endless nocturne;

the whole world will be safe once more.

I will cry but it’s all too late;

though you are merely a phone call away.

 

 

 

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

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Wild

September 23

 

WILD

 

 

When I run wild through the rain my hair streaming behind me, water fleeing my face, I see with my heart the thousand other rains pouring from my past.  How I peel from me the soaking luggage covering my naked pain.  Nothing drives me to the cozy retreat of my bed like the humid chill of an early fall drizzle.  I slip my trembling skin between the comfort and the comforter, flex my toes, towel my hair, wipe scenes of lost love from my pale, pale soul.  Leaves rush my gutters, clog my mind.  I see the change in me as I turn heel to heel, trees spinning bare in a blank wet world.  I know this ever relived fluid, this recycled life.

 

 

Interest yourself.

 

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What is Dear?

 

 

I am angry that I was taught I must hold on for dear life

instead of being taught that life is dear,

but they couldn’t teach me what they didn’t know

and couldn’t know what they had not discovered for themselves.

 

I wish I had learned earlier

to love the life I was taught to cling to,

but I am grateful I have been bound to life

long enough to find the joy in it.

 

I have found that knowing joy

causes me to cling all the more,

cling in sweetness to what was once such a bitter task.

 

I am angry for what I wasn’t taught,

but sadder still for what they didn’t know

and all that is lost in their lives to ignorance and tradition.

 

I wanted better for them

and they wanted better for me

and this is the circle which closes

around the dear that I hold onto.

 

 

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

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