I want to face the sun. I want to stand and the wind to blow. I want the rain uninterrupted on my head. I want to remain upright and unburnt, to prevail amidst it all. Tender stalks and verdant leaves frustrate my anti-social streak. I want to bear the worst without cover or assistance but here I am in the slanted shade of this dynasty. As I grow so does the awareness that even when I am strong enough to leave this sheltered abode I will be relocated to a row where I am never alone.
Dream of a way to paddle a round boat.
THE PRIVILEGE OF SUN RISE
I awake happily at 5:30.
I will again see the show beyond compare
In stark contrast to the mornings
I filled with moping or sober angst,
Shades of the same dark color.
I shuck my covers
Bathing and dressing with purpose
And propel myself forward.
I hate to miss the first act.
The tint of clouds dusky and sweet
I’m on my route
I start my open eyed prayer.
For all those living at the hands of an addict
Be with them—Please
For the addicts
Help us all to fail—-Fast
I scan the horizon
Checking all the views
I reflect on the striking change,
Earth bound green and gold
Sky held pink, orange and blue.
The silhouettes of trees exquisitely lit from behind.
The sweet moon sharing the sunrise with me
Add to the pleasure of my drive.
I start my gratitude list.
Beginning with my sobriety
The people, The life,
The thinking, The feeling
And my ability
To share it all
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault