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.

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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.

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Dewy Cheatum & Howe

August 20

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 days 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.

Try not to be the exception to everything

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PROMISE BROKEN

If promise shatters without anyone touching it,

If it pops like a floating soap bubble that lost cohesion,

What do I do--name names--I can’t even take fingerprints.

Sometimes dreams just end--no fault or blame is attached.

The ice breaks under its own weight

And nothing can be done.

I am more than just holding on.

I am alive even if all the promises melt away.

I can accept the unexpected and unasked for.

I know this doesn’t affect my worth.

My value is intact regardless of disappointment or discontent.

I have learned that anticipation is mere amusement.

Promises are pleasantries

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I am made of stronger stuff.

I am not broken by words, ideas or hope.

Promise can be broken

But it doesn’t break me.

You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault