My father used to destroy a perfectly good watermelon by cutting a triangle in the top and pouring a bottle of vodka into it. I used to destroy my perfectly good melon the same way. Emulating bad ideas in new ways was a onetime pastime of mine. Giving it up was harder than I had expected. Flawed thinking blends so freely with my mental landscape I have trouble distinguishing it. Condemning the action and not the man is not usually my preferred method. I would rather condemn the man, but this leaves me with the actions in place and him long gone. And though I prefer him gone I will recreate him within myself if I don’t flush his actions as well. I have a good pumpkin on my shoulders but it is my job to keep it intact.
No need to wait for joy, jump when you please
LIFE IS TOO GOOD
I know it sounds crazy, is crazy
But I hate having the fear, the gnawing gut, of WHAT IF
WHAT IF I can’t maintain this, the sober life I live.
WHAT IF I get struck, unable to connect to my Higher Power?
I had a spiritual awaking
WHAT IF I get spiritual narcolepsy?
My spiritual cord was cut when I was young, not by my choosing
WHAT IF it gets cut again?
“WHAT IF this line of thinking cuts it?” Asks my sponsor
I hate when she’s right.
WHAT IF this is a test?
Be like them or not.
Follow the path of the twelve steps
When there is no weight of need pushing me
When everything is going in my direction
I have to keep my eye on the ball for myself.
I am still not God
This is the lesson
The abusers never learned
The one I have to.
What went wrong was not bad people
Making bad choices, in bad circumstances
It was disconnected people
Making decisions without help.
I have to stay in your pocket
Never be a free bird
I have to remember what true freedom is
It’s not being cut loose.
I have had that
And it never felt free
Keep your eye on the ball
And hold onto my hand.