August 5
What are We Fighting For
Instead of competition for dominance we would benefit from
cooperation for survival. The struggle
to become the very best destroyers in the world very well might make us
postmortem champions. Why is it that the
lions don’t work to eradiate hyenas?
They could, but they don’t. Why
not, is the ever present question on my mind.
I have no answer as to why we strive to conquer. A thousand platitudes come to my head, but
nothing fast or tight, nothing that holds water. So, the question remains; why are we hell
bent?
Welcome help
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MY TALE
I must be my own tattletale.
I must give my sponsor bullets to shoot down my
disease
Anything I nurture and protect will grow and take
me over.
It is up to me to choose if I will feed my ailment
or my health
My life will be consumed that is a guarantee,
All things feed into others.
The direction this meal takes is my daily
decision.
The bull’s eye can be hit if I describe the
target.
The ending will be happy if the story I tell is my
own.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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