April 10
FEELING TEMPLES
I failed to appreciate the initial onslaught of
feelings. I spent much time trying to
capture them, lock them away, or in some other way submarine them. This only had the effect of retarding my
recovery. I had to reframe my
thinking. I had to start with simple
calisthenics, embrace and celebrate. As
my emotional health began to take shape, I started the foundations for tiny
shrines, each with its own theme.
Happiness had a party going on until all hours. With grief, there seemed to be a constant
internment in progress, body or no. Fear
showed an IMAX film of the realities
of life on earth, and curiosity had an endless library plus a DSL line. Making myself a willing and frequent visitor
to these contrasting places created in me wholeness and peace. Never again do I have to trudge the two
dimensional desert of my monochromatic former life.
Write love letters
with your favorite pen.
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The Key You See
The key you see is letting you accept me.
Oh, how I hide from that, run from that, flee from that.
I must be in control of what you think of me.
I curtain off the view of me
I don’t wish to share with you.
Add to that the unusual choices of what I hide.
I will strip down with all the lights blazing
long before I would let you see me drop the ball,
be confused, misunderstand.
What I truly fail to realize is that in the process
of trying to hide my faux pas and fumbles;
what I show you is my controlling ass.
Backside bare I moon you with my freak show
trying to hide my humanity.
Your compassion and tolerant waiting for me to calm down
and open my eyes is the key I fail to see about you.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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