Walking Joy Home

October 20





I make sure to walk joy home not because I doubt her ability to find it alone, rather because it gives me extra time with her.  I used to fear joy, that I would be intoxicated by her presence and lose my well-hardened grasp on realism.  Now I see that without joy in my life there is no realism, that it was only cynicism masquerading in its place.  Joy is simple and unassuming.  I often confuse her with ecstasy and scoot away in shy terror.  Joy is nice to have around.  She is not just a party animal; sometimes I invite her over for a cup of tea.  When we are done I take the winding path to savor every step up to her door.



If you can’t lay down your burden move it from hand to hand.





When I experience trauma or drama

my heart and soul return to the toddler state;

I feel the urge to stay up and push forward.

I resist help and rest.


I try to override animal need in favor of intellectual prowess.

Bleary eyed and red-faced, I soldier on,

only managing to make my life  into a ceaseless fight.


My charm and wit wear thin; then wear out.

I need to recharge my batteries,

need to hit reset and restore my default settings.


It is hard for me to accept that I must lie down

in order to get up again.

Restoration is impossible to achieve from my battle stance.


Resilience is a bouncing ball.

What I want to rise I must first throw down.



About Sherrie Theriault

Sherrie Theriault, writer and outsider artist lives in northwest New Jersey where she writes villain-free fiction for children and young adults, creates coloring books for all ages, writes daily inspiration books for the recovery community and has other works of collected poetry; also adult fiction. Books available on Amazon.com include the following: Cala Mae The Deep Dark Day In The Congenial Chronicles The Holland’s Adventure Fill Me In Fill Me In, Too Filled In Sober on the Way to Sane More Sober on the Way to Sane Lines from My Life More Lines from My Life On-Liners to Live By My Sponsor Said… Elissa: Queen of Carthage Was Love Lost Order of Protection The Story Precedes the Question Can You See? What the Birdies Told Me about You What the Birdies Told Me about You Coloring book The Enchanting Dog Sherrie’s books are available at Blue Stockings, Manhattan, NY, The Clinton Book Shoppe, Clinton, New Jersey, Giovanni’s Room, Philadelphia, PA, Easy Does It in Long Beach, CA and The Latest Thing in Costa Mesa, Ca. You can find Sherrie’s art work at Hang-Ups Gallery in Allentown, PA or online at: SerendipitousGallery.com Please feel free to contact her there if you have any questions.
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5 Responses to Walking Joy Home

  1. Heidi says:

    I don’t know where to start. Love the whole page, Sherrie. Walking joy home is sweet and so true. I was afraid to know her well.

    I smile at, “my heart and soul return to the toddler state; I feel the urge to stay up and push forward. I resist help and rest.”

    Me too, and when my son was a toddler, he had the ‘final spin-out’ that was just like a load of washing whirling around in faster speeds until he dropped. Hate to admit I’ve often been like that when really I needed to rest and get some help.

  2. Heidi says:

    I shared this with my friends. They loved it, too!

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