August 8
Stand Hear
The spins and pirouettes I have preformed in an attempt to
avoid facing the music, were impressive but futile and ultimately delayed the
beauty possible for me in this life.
When I stop my running and turn on my heel there is a world of harmony
waiting to take me for a turn out on the dance floor. Melody is not what I was expecting. I was so sure I would be drummed out of my
life, not trumpeted in. My surety set in
motion much of my convoluted activity and caused me great distress. It is high time I listen with eyes open and
my reactions leashed; allowing the tune to introduce me to life and lead me to
my bliss.
Let bad habits run away from home; pack their bags when you can
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DON’T BE
Don’t be stupid.
Don’t be crazy.
Don’t be anything out of the ordinary.
Don’t be angry.
Don’t be hateful.
Just don’t be that way.
Don’t be sad.
Don’t be mopy
Smile fore the camera and pretend for everyone.
I often wondered why I felt like dyeing
And it took me years to understand why,
Don’t be = Death.
Don’t feel.
Don’t cry.
Don’t love
.
Life is about action, presence and content.
You’re wrong if you break the rules
And dead if you keep them.
So please don’t be Them.
Look back when you have to
But step out of the grave.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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