September 8
WILL YOU GET TO THE OTHER SIDE?
Chickens stand together on the edge of the road pecking and
scratching; people make fun. People tell
jokes but it’s not so funny when we are the ones playing on the tracks. We forget that all the excuses about longing
for excitement and not wanting to be cut off from the world sound like so much
cackling to the ears of people who value their lives. Life in the pasture or the backyard is
fulfilling if you want it. That kind of
life is no adrenaline rush, but then again isn’t adrenaline just another drug?
Tell the truth as
if it were the weather.
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Helping Hands?
Why would you go to a rattler for a snakebite remedy?
It feels so much like the hair of the dog that bit me.
The truth is I must, must stay away from the quick answers.
I am a slow healer, but I do heal if I allow myself to do
so
unencumbered by poison or untruth.
When I am returning to the vomit of my past
it is incumbent upon me to search for the old lies
and/or the new ones, either or both will get me drunk;
do I even need the help of a prescription pad?
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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