April 10
Stumbling Under the Tenth Step
When I’ve been outside of my mind it is so hard to tell when
I’ve come home again. The landmarks take
on such distortion in memory that the facts seem bloated or anorexic as I turn
my face from side to side. Old journals
remind me of old journeys and perhaps there are accurate landmarks mentioned,
but how can I know for sure that these too are not just the ravings of a mind
gone mad. Real or imagined I must take
the daily count and try to keep the score in favor of the actual. I don’t always know that I’ve fallen until I
inventory the dirt on my face, but better that I face the dirt than live the
delusion of a mole.
Notice the shape of your fixtures
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DROWNING NAKED
Bare &
Exposed
I laid myself on the
alter
Of my home group
AA, my only Source
I emptied the
contents of my soul
And bore the mantle
of overexposure
But vultures lurked
in many rooms
I was safely guided
by persons of my gender
To more secluded and
effective place of transmission
I thrust myself into
the arms and mind of my sponsor
She escorts me to the
steps with the door closed
And taught me how and
when it could be prudently opened
AA is a power greater
than me, so is the ocean
Precaution needs to
be taken when wading in
Care must be
exercised as to how much to bare.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way
to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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