November 5
MISS DIRECTED
I called and rambled at my
sponsor. After a significant time had
passed, she stopped me and asked with a tone in her voice, “and why are you
calling me?”
Startled, I replied, “for your
advice!”
“Are you sure that’s why you called? Because I can give you my advice, but I have
given advice to you before and received only a severe case of the ‘Yeah, Buts’
in return.”
I was about to say ‘yeah, but you
don’t understand’ when she cleared her throat to quiet me and continued what
she was saying. “Seems to me you really
want more than a sober ear, you want magic.
You want me to take your crazy, dramatic thinking, put it in a hat and
pull it out formed, as all your dreams, and then you want credit for making it
happen. But, Kitten, I have news for
you, I’m not Mr. Roark and this is not Fantasy Island
This is when I realized I was on a
dry drunk. I don’t know what the first
signs are, but I do know when your sponsor asks, “and you’re calling me, why?”
the jig is up.
Time
your stubbornness
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MAIL FRAUD
The open envelope alludes to the tampering I suspect.
Too bad my critics are snooping not my supporters.
When they are finished tearing open my mail
They tear me apart as well.
Shredded, I feel unable to handle further correspondence
I shut down communications
There is no channel for benefactors to travel.
My champions are at a loss
To defend me from my opponents
The struggle flounders.
Misunderstanding the meaning of messages
I have been mocked and enslaved.
I would love to vanquish my foes
But you see I am opening my own mail.
The open envelope alludes to the tampering I suspect.
Too bad my critics are snooping not my supporters.
When they are finished tearing open my mail
They tear me apart as well.
Shredded, I feel unable to handle further correspondence
I shut down communications
There is no channel for benefactors to travel.
My champions are at a loss
To defend me from my opponents
The struggle flounders.
Misunderstanding the meaning of messages
I have been mocked and enslaved.
I would love to vanquish my foes
But you see I am opening my own mail.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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