June 25
For Want of Frith
I feel like I am standing on a trap door, every flex in my
footing triggers insecurity. With my
arms spread wide, I think the wiser move might be to hold them to my
sides. For if the little square did give
way my arms might be sheered off with no time served for the tears I’ve cried
or the blood now shed sprinkled on the earth.
Step from this, I tell myself, do not make delay, for all the ground is
not a trap nor all the world a stage.
But is it not the trade in pain that sticks me to this spot and keeps me
here for all my life just waiting for the drop.
Sweep a path to your goals
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UTILITY OF EMOTION
I plug into the utility of my emotions
These utilities aid my life as all utilities do.
The duel prong of anger serves to light me up
And gives me strength to set boundaries.
The four line clip cord of pain allows me to keep
in touch
With my Higher Power, my friends and my fellows.
I have nothing to share if I can’t stay real about
my pain
.
Fear is hard to contain and is carefully piped
Explosions of fear can start so easily,
It’s a good thing its foul odor can be smelled in
the air.
The co-axial cable of joy screws neatly into the
back of my mind
And gives me delight,
Color and sound are the privileges of sobriety.
Emotions are plainly utilitarian
But they help me survive
And make living into a life.
