February 2
THE DIFFERENCE
Falling and flying are the same, save the landing. No matter what you do in the air, how well or
how poorly, in the end, if you don’t land it, it’s a fall and if you do, a
flight. How we begin seems of ultimate
importance but is seen as a farce in the face of ruin. The most promising of starts can be sucked
groundward, compass and instrumentation rendered useless, through a lack of
humility. Piteous starts, starts without
plan or goal are viewed as triumphs when safety has been captured from
defeat. Willingness is my aileron. It contributes to my lift in ways I cannot
explain, smoothes the gusts of life
which forever blow in my face, and willingness brings the ground up to meet
me. All I have to do is be willing and
stick out my feet.
Use all your words.
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Know Enough to Clap
If I know I’m happy I can clap my hands,
but if I’m happy and I don’t know it, what then?
Will my face display telltale signs
without whispering a word of it to my mind?
Will I whistle a happy tune
therefore revealing my inner state?
If I can’t demonstrate my reality does it cease to exist?
Does my retarded ability to reflect my emotion
condemn me to remedial society?
Is there any other society?
If I become well enough to reflexively feel
and exhibit my mood will I graduate
to the advanced class or be forever alone
No longer having a place
amid the emotional head bangers,
hair twirlers and cobweb pickers?
Is it a choice of knowing happiness in isolation
or confusion with a crowd?
Could I know? Should
I know? Would I know?
Who knows?
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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