Alone in a New Way

June 25

ALONE IN A NEW WAY

I am restored.  I have my sanity like a spring coat.  I am not sure I need it but it’s nice to have nevertheless.  I prayed for this state of reason believing it would give me entry to a world where I was a late arrival.  Much to my chagrin I have found myself obscenely early to a party I am no longer sure will ever take place.  I stand in the entrance hall and practice new dance steps.  I search the space for prospective partners but rarely see anyone who is swaying to the same beat.  I am grateful for my sanity even if I have to enjoy it alone.

Write a sassy letter and let it dance.

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I am Not an Island

Upon finding myself alive

I decided to throw my life back into the sea.

I was not living on this dry and sandy shore.

The baking sun does nothing to improve me.

I was belched forth onto the beach,

but never belonged there.

I tried to see myself as evolving,

tried desperately to sprout some legs.

Sucked air through my gills and attempted to sing.

I am not ready for this today.

Perhaps this is my future,

the way the current will carry me that I cannot  tell.

I do know I need the water on my scales

and pressure in my lungs right now.

I do not know what tomorrow brings

Or what I am capable of

just that I will not fault myself

for not having been born a dove.

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

I am not an Island

June 27

I am not an Island

Upon finding myself alive I decided to throw my life back into the sea.  I was not living on this dry and sandy shore.  The baking sun does nothing to improve me.  I was dis-engorged onto the beach, but never belonged there.  I tried to see myself as evolving, tried desperately to sprout some legs.  Sucked air through my gills and attempted to sing, but I am not ready for this today.  Perhaps this is my future, the way the current will carry me that I can’t yet tell.  I do know I need the water on my scales and pressure in my lungs right now. I do not know what tomorrow brings or what I am capable of just that I will not fault myself for not having been born a dove.

Remember that time passes

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COLD AND FLU SEASON

The spiritual cold and flu season is upon me,

I am awash in reaction and confusion.

I have been overexposed to the dry thinking

And barking orders of the cough

So associated with this disability.

My eyes swell and blur with my refusal to accept reality

The tickle of discomfort from inhaling disagreeable ideas

Is small in comparison with the nausea I suffer when I swallow

Every line put forth from my dizzy and congested mind.

There is no pill to dissuade my symptoms

I must raise the heat on this inertiac little bug

Parasites breed in the stagnant water of my paralysis.

If I move in my sobriety, sweat a little and flush my system

I should be able to shake this insidious germ

Then I can reach my hand out to the people

Who caught the spiritual flu from me.