Wee Hours

September 30

 

WEE HOURS

 

 

 

In the wee hours I hear the high pitched wail, the tiny pest whining in my ear, the onset of my thin stretched nerves reaching their end.  A few more hours are required of me tonight.  I rally my spirit and lift the edges of my willing resolve.  Long slow nights carry me to the far corners of my mind.  I am more average than I had imagined or hoped for.  The commonness of four AM brings the base to disclosure, the charmed exposure of predawn wakefulness.  The fuzzy vibrations in my brain make me feel deep and real, vulnerable to all the normal limitations of nature and caprice.  The sun will rise, ending this night.  My sentry over, I will fall to earth, and rest, and bed.

 

 

Change everything, change yourself.

*

 

 

No Substitute for Fire

I wanted alcohol to do better for me than burning did.

I was constantly disappointed, yet I kept trying.

I was not to find pleasure in that bottle

though I had no problem finding addiction there.

 

This is how I came to believe

that there is not an upside to everything.

Booze took me to surprising destinations,

but never the ones I desired.

 

I sought release,

the release I got from a wildfire spreading across my skin

and this might have been mine

had I poured the liquor on rather than in.

 

But in me it did no good,

it never let me exhale

the way that the “right” kind of pain did.

What I got from alcohol drove me though;

 

Fear rode me roughshod and I found my way home,

it was a bumpy road,

but once there we doused the flames

and I live the upside I had come to doubt,

because fire is no substitute for life.

 

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

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

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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 Amazon.com 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: SerendipitousGallery.com Please feel free to contact her there if you have any questions.
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