For Want of Frith

June 25

For Want of Frith

I feel like I am standing on a trap door, every flex in my footing triggers insecurity.  With my arms spread wide, I think the wiser move might be to hold them to my sides.  For if the little square did give way my arms might be sheered off with no time served for the tears I’ve cried or the blood now shed sprinkled on the earth.  Step from this, I tell myself, do not make delay, for all the ground is not a trap nor all the world a stage.  But is it not the trade in pain that sticks me to this spot and keeps me here for all my life just waiting for the drop. 

Sweep a path to your goals

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UTILITY OF EMOTION

I plug into the utility of my emotions

These utilities aid my life as all utilities do.

The duel prong of anger serves to light me up

And gives me strength to set boundaries.

The four line clip cord of pain allows me to keep in touch

With my Higher Power, my friends and my fellows.

I have nothing to share if I can’t stay real about my pain

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Fear is hard to contain and is carefully piped

Explosions of fear can start so easily,

It’s a good thing its foul odor can be smelled in the air.

The co-axial cable of joy screws neatly into the back of my mind

And gives me delight,

Color and sound are the privileges of sobriety.

Emotions are plainly utilitarian

But they help me survive

And make living into a life.