NEVER LET GO
When it grows dark on one side of a transparency the other becomes reflective. When addiction doesn’t hold a flame for me, I see the true face of its results. Because I know now the destructive possibilities, I must print the picture and post it on the wall, for the day may come when addiction appears as a light for me and the mirror will be gone. I need to keep clear the truth even when my eyes lie to me and my sensibilities catch on fire. The glass can be the boundary or the tumbler. The glare of day can be harsh or bright. Light is forever shifting. I cannot count on shadows for predictions. I must know it when I see it, chant it to remember and hold hands and never let go.
Sort advice like laundry.
Underneath it all I am more than naked;
I am hidden by exposure.
My body can never be as nude
as life with you in my thoughts.
My mind is a polygraph you wander through.
I have determined this is more than safe
and unlock the closets.
You are not my warden looking for contraband,
nor the janitor looking for trash,
you are here, you are my friend.
Having a better look around
simply to know me better
and to love me well.
Your unfamiliar stride is exciting,
I show off the places I long for you to see
and stand aside from the rest,
it is all yours to look through.
I do not resist.
You are my peaceful guardian;
I am your willing charge.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault