December 26
A Thousand Windowed House
I am like a house with a thousand windows. When I am lit up
inside you can see all the way through; when I go dark the reflection of the
world around me is all that is visible when you look my way. My sprawling mind is what creates this effigy
of me. A tribute when I am well tended
and a fire trap when I neglect my duties.
If I learn to celebrate in all the rooms this house is my home, so I
must practice; dance and sing in the hallways so I can pirouette into the rooms
with full voice. For what is the point
of being a house with a thousand windows, if I don’t live there?
Host sympathy
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Love Lets
Love melts the icicles in my heart
Allows the oxygen to my brain
Lets me work unfettered
Love pours the warm bath
Heats my bones
Lets my breath come easy
Love wakes me to sunrise
Beds me at dusk
Lets my body unfurl
Love builds me a pantry
Fills it with goods
Lets me eat my fill
Love rights my boat
Bails my bilge
Lets me sail on home
Love dresses me in safety
Undresses me in secret
Lets me see myself
Love opens doors
Closes windows
Lets me go my way
Love puts a penny in my hand
A dollar in my pocket
Lets me save the fare
Love burns your image in my brain
Holds you tight within my heart
Lets me dream of you
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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