I didn’t mean to make you laugh
You think I’m witty, well, yes, I have always been like this, no one knew quite what to do with me as a small child, but I have grown into this acumen, or possibly grown out into it is closer to accurate. I was dark witted when I was young, I think of myself as less so now, optimism is a blessing I have gained through the years, it feels good and I keep it close. I need to be a blithe spirit to travel the road I do. Tears have their place, I know that for sure, but I rather not go around with a puss on all day and all night. Additionally it is so much about perspective; you see, the honey makes the peas taste funny but at least now they stick to my knife.
Assign colors to numbers
I am my own hope.
The spring of willingness flows within me
And makes everything possible.
I am my own dream.
Colors and sprinkles fly in my mind
And mix with a sprite’s laugh
And make me enchanted.
I am my own joy.
Filled with wonder and delight,
My quick turns and ready mind warm
My heart and pink my checks.
I am my own prize.
New and exciting
Every day that I am myself,
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault