The boat captain can’t change the river; navigate it possibly, but rule it never. Birds don’t control the wind, only capitalize on it. I can’t reign my sobriety; I just get to take the ride. My choices greatly affect the quality of this journey but not the nature of recovery itself. I am powerless over gravity but am thrilled at my ability to use it to my advantage.
Desperate imitation is just that
Veteran of the addiction wars
I have scars but few metals.
I don’t need a purple heart
Mine is black and blue.
I don’t keep trophies either
No empty bottles or old syringes.
Hostages I have released them too.
I found often they held me
From what my life could be.
I wear my defects and wave my flag.
I am slowly learning to live in peacetime.
The big battles have been won.
It is up to me to stop replaying
The scenes of engagement.
Armistice is a beautiful thing
Too bad there is no better way to get it.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault