Sober on the Way to Sane: I Am

August 16

I AM

I am my own hope.

The spring of willingness flows within me and makes everything possible.

I am my own dream.

Colors and sprinkles fly in my mind and mix with a sprite's laugh and make me enchanted.

I am my own joy.

Filled with wonder and delight, my quick turns and ready mind warm my heart and pink my cheeks.

I am my own prize.

New and exciting, every day that I am myself,

I win.

Pith is dry and dead, be marrow.

Dewy, Cheatum & Howe

I must radically sever the close connection I have

with self-seeking, self-pity and dishonesty.

What will I use to pay the retainer

for the representation I will need to pursue this divorce?

Willingness is the earnest money,

which will start the ball rolling,

hard work pitches in its share

and faith pays the note each day I apply it.

All this and more is what it takes to divide

the endless stream of my compulsive thought

into a survivable day’s worth of life.

I have the prospect of being happy as a divorcee

or I could be a miserable widow

if I stay wed to my disease.

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Sober on the Way to Sane