May 20
STRETCHING
Stretching is not equivalent to change. Limbering is nice and warms the muscles, body
and soul. Over-reaching,
over-compensation is trauma; it distorts the symmetry and breeds erroneous
thinking. Extension beyond the bounds
sets me up for a fall. I misinterpret
touching with fingertips with a firm and able grasp. I don’t step forward because I believe I have
a hand on things, failing to see how this is different from an embrace. The sinew tears and the fabric of my life is
destroyed. I lean forward but I go
nowhere.
Open an old letter
and read it with a fresh mind.
*
Inspection
My disease paid a discourtesy call on my bourgeoning
sobriety.
Peeked in to look for cracks in my foundation,
weaknesses to exploit.
I recognized the patch job I had toyed with
would have made the easiest of targets for this eroding
thug.
I am ever so grateful that I cleaned off all the bricks
and made new mortar.
Built on bedrock my re-laid block
will withstand the indignity of the pounding prodding
sickness
which used to inhabit this once dilapidated space.
I can keep the villain at bay
and live my cozy life thanks to a true level
and the handsome turn of my trowel.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
No comments:
Post a Comment