May 21
CHOICE
Growth is my decision.
I don’t need conflict or catastrophe to bring me to change. I choose each day come what may, to roll out
the refuse. I am not tempted to leave it
in to rot just because the sun is shining.
Good days are good times to improve.
How could integrity be retarded by joy?
I am not punished into recovery.
I will never accept a Higher Power who set up a system like that and I
give wide berth to people who claim their Higher Power did. My bottom may have been an inducement to
start but choice keeps me coming back.
Smile in the
mirror and look into your eyes.
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Balustrade
Just because you appeared from the dark
doesn’t make you a wizard.
Just because you make the world safe for mankind
doesn’t make you Hercules,
nor does your power and foresight make you his father.
Your resourcefulness and guile doesn’t make you Ulysses.
And just because you spend so much time
strapped upon that cross doesn’t make you,
well, we all know the rest of that refrain.
Human is what you are whether I see that in you or not.
Human is a blessing even if it feels to me a curse.
I need the superhuman strength you seem to offer
but I must live in the world of what is real.
I want to be stolen away to the safety of your lair
and not live on my feet and fight for my life.
I have to stop wishing to be your captive
and work harder at simply being your friend.
If I can let you down off your pedestal perhaps
I could then climb down off mine.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
