I Don’t See How

November 10





This is the smallest of the fragile excuses I use to keep from doing things to make me happy.  Petty in a way I would never be with others, I rake my desires and tiny little hopes over the coals.  Tired platitudes are plated up as first serves by my short order shortsightedness.  Protecting crusted-over nonsense, I live the life of a lockout, not even a squatter on the fringes of my dreams.  I stumble in my efforts to see hope, joy or my purpose, ignoring the fact that I must step from the box before I can see the horizon or more.




Rub your own head.



Olive Juice



For whatever the reason olives are often pitted

and once they are pit-less

there seems to rise an irresistible urge to fill that wound,

whether with pimento or children’s chubby little fingers

as they fish them from the can.


There is an opening, an answer must be found.

When I find my center gone

I have that same yearning, fill that hole!

It is an imperative,

a need that must be met no matter how poorly.


I will stuff just about anything in that gap;

the list is longer than the Bell directory

and yet none of it is an adequate replacement

for what has gone amiss.


So here I stand rife with questions.

What to put in there, what to keep out.

Is cream cheese preferred to cobwebs?

Prosciutto better than ice?


Nothing is better than some things

and the right thing is better than having given up.



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 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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