March 6
MOAT
I dug the moat; the alligators came on their own. The rain fell; I did not bid it. I’ve burned all the bridges. I’ve sold the farm. I wonder at the company I keep. The birds fly in; some stay for a season. Friends used to wave as they passed. Now my island is overgrown; I stand to my chin in the tall grass. I guess it’s a matter of maintenance. What I don’t keep pruned grows back. The connections I don’t secure weaken and fail. I am subject to all that falls if I don’t keep my roof. The wind chaps me without the walls of my home. No clothes, I burn. No joy and all I do is cry. It takes more than a continuous ditch to protect my heart. More than water and reptiles to safeguard my soul.
Memorize an affirmation for a pet.
About Me
- Sober on the Way to Sane
- Sherrie Theriault writer and outsider artist lives in northwest New Jersey where she writes villain-free fiction for children, creates coloring books for all ages, writes daily inspiration books for the recovery community and has other works of collected poetry. Books available on Amazon.com include the following: Cala Mae The Deep Dark Day In The Holland’s Adventure Fill Me In Fill Me In, Too Sober on the Way to Sane More Sober on the Way to Sane My Sponsor Said… Elissa: Queen of Carthage Order of Protection Was Love Lost Sober on the Way to Sane is also available at Blue Stockings, Manhattan, NY. 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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