April 13
Neither Frog nor Fish
I was falling and my Higher Power caught me in a net called
AA, all of which was a pretty neat trick, but the strangest consequence of this
is now I somehow think it shouldn’t be possible for me to drown. Defying gravity 24 hours at a time doesn’t
make me aquatic or even amphibious for that matter. I still have all the corollary restrictions
of anyone who is me. I still need sleep
and water, food and warmth just like a mere mortal. How silly I am. I dodge a bullet and suddenly I think I am
waterproof.
Don’t exchange your trinkets for your tools
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WHAMMO
I have been hopping
on one foot
With a ball of hope
shoved under one arm
And a ball of
hysteria under the other
I wish I could tell
from the outside of the ball
Which one is hope- I
worry I will put down the wrong one
So I hold onto both
My life is sorely
limited by the baggage
And I fear I am
losing life with every hop
A lack of information
is my problem
I don't adequately
know the properties of either
And suspect my every
interpretation
Finally I stand
before my sponsor
To ask the question
of my life- That's easy Honey
Hope is the one that
bounces back
Is all she had to say
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way
to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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