The Orphanage of my Heart

March 26







The orphanage of my heart holds many children, children of my past.  They gaze at me, fixed in an attempt to draw me near their needs.  I scurry, often my head down, eyes averted, not knowing how to offer comfort or consideration to these hapless souls.  Fearing the largesse of the poverty, I decline to open my small purse.  What could I tender other than a tease?  Nearly barren in my heart-broken, disconsolate, inconsolable state, I rarely even obligate myself to extending my hand.  This is the pit of my idiocy.  These wee ones have the world of hope and strength to give.  I am their offertory.  I am the place where their gold resides.  They live inside me to fill me and bind me to life and light.  I flee them in the height of misunderstanding.  Disconnected from these inner spirits, I am impoverished and far too weak to grasp their help.  Too fogged to see the world within, I starve in the world without.



Incubate an idea.





New Borne



What happens when you finally get what you want,

what you barely dared to dream?

What happens when you can hardly do more

than drip tears down from smiling eyes?

Where do you go with a future filled with proposed joy?


Heaven is an option if only you believed,

but hell has been such a perennial destination

it’s hard to realize there will be no return trip this year

or possibly ever again.


The work required to change

from an attitude of longing to one of satisfaction

is as real as all the work needed thus far.


Tending love is a host of disciplines

I want to step to, like I have done it all my life,

like I was born to do it

and I was,


Still growth is accompanied

by its own pain and awkwardness

and who am I to deny this treat.

Any new life worth living

is worth the pain to bear it.




You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault


About Sherrie Theriault

Sherrie Theriault, writer and outsider artist lives in northwest New Jersey where she writes villain-free fiction for children and young adults, creates coloring books for all ages, writes daily inspiration books for the recovery community and has other works of collected poetry; also adult fiction. Books available on include the following: Cala Mae The Deep Dark Day In The Congenial Chronicles The Holland’s Adventure Fill Me In Fill Me In, Too Filled In Sober on the Way to Sane More Sober on the Way to Sane Lines from My Life More Lines from My Life On-Liners to Live By My Sponsor Said… Elissa: Queen of Carthage Was Love Lost Order of Protection The Story Precedes the Question Can You See? What the Birdies Told Me about You What the Birdies Told Me about You Coloring book The Enchanting Dog Sherrie’s books are available at Blue Stockings, Manhattan, NY, The Clinton Book Shoppe, Clinton, New Jersey, Giovanni’s Room, Philadelphia, PA, Easy Does It in Long Beach, CA and The Latest Thing in Costa Mesa, Ca. You can find Sherrie’s art work at Hang-Ups Gallery in Allentown, PA or online at: Please feel free to contact her there if you have any questions.
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