December 23
Lame
I easily identify the big mistakes of my life, but fail to
recognize or report the little mistakes that I make, mistakes, which cost me so
much. Repetitive irresponsibility has
the effect of water torture; drip, drip, drip and my peace of mind is worn
away. What can I say of what I refuse to
see? It was there all along like the
view covered by the shade. Who is to
blame for not raising the curtain? It
may be me. may not, but I am the one who suffers, I am the one who misses
out. Missing the opportunity to grow out
of these small deficiencies leaves me with a lifelong handicap and I am not
just speaking of my blindness, but also how they make me lame.
Protest ignorance
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Beginning and End
She stepped through my window
and the clock stopped.
The shock of her arrival
heart pounding fun and fury.
Forever I felt as if she
weren’t there.
Fear lurked in my eyes.
Smile enchanting.
Exit at hand.
Good-
Bye.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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