Risers and runners lift from where I stand. Here I make my decision. I climb and face the challenges of my life. Each new test returns me to this square; the steps ascend in every direction. No matter how many times I have scaled this set of twelve, I must start anew with even the slightest change of direction. Like facets on a diamond’s base, the flights emerge from the tiny base and hold the world of possibilities within their meticulous surface. I look into these precious mirrors to see who I am and where to go, though none of this would be possible without a place to stand.
Chart the constellation of your features.
In the Beginning is the End
I wonder if the road would show the reflection
of its end would I walk down it still.
I always decide that I wouldn’t want to miss anything,
not even the most painful things,
yet this may simply be a flaw in my upbringing.
An overvaluing of survival.
What of you?
If the knowledge of beginning and end
were within your grasp would you begin?
Would you flee the end?
This end or every end?
Or is it the beginning that you fear?
And why not, for doesn’t every beginning
hold within it every end?
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault