Bride in a Bentley
Who determines your worth, the one who sets your ransom or the one who pays it? Will you recognize yourself once you have been bought and paid for? Will your life exist upon your return? How many times has the road and its inhabitance taken me far from what I’ve known and extorted an exorbitant remuneration for restoration? Redeemed is what they call it when the price is met, yet this might not be the feeling it evokes. Deliverance is never 100% and reclamation is not always possible, so keep your mind free, but know your own worth.
Count the fingers on one hand
Spent a minute to rub the sleep
Gently from your eyes.
Spend an hour smoothing lotion
From one end to the other.
Spend a week researching your goals
Dreams and hopes.
Spend a month routing energy
To a viable flow.
Spend a life living it
Your life is worth all the time you have
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault