Even if the whole world was created in a cipher and whirls off into nothingness, this is still not a commentary on the existence of God. We have today. For this moment of sobriety there is a power greater than my despair, my apprehension and it builds with me a home from the bricks of my optimism. Partnership is no prevention of inhospitable endings but is a temporary relief from desperate loneliness. The tired struggle of guaranteeing niceness spills my energy, scraping from each 24 the marrow so necessary. My open palm saves me from grasping, my open mind from grappling; I rid myself of tiny gods in tiny heavens where I do not reside. Let the blades of grass probe between my toes; there is beauty for me to see, love to hold, hope to float. Where this train originated and whatever its destination, it’s in my station now and I am grateful to be on board.
Leave your outgrown shell for the sea to take
Hand Me Down Pain
You have sent a cold thing into my heart
it causes my feet to move me away from you.
It need not be spoken of this is a thing of ice and lead.
Words are no help here
action is the only cure.
Eternity can be spent
with a soul bisected by slivers.
Stepping the willing way to joy and freedom
seems so unlikely from this frosty local.
Make my mind up I must.
Close my eyes and move forward.
I will leave your pain behind me
I hope not to have to leave you.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault