Hatchling

September 17

HATCHLING

When the shell gets too tight it’s time to hatch.  I can’t tell you it’s safe out there, just that it’s time to go.  The leaving is not easy.  Exodus fulfilled by the use of one small tooth.  This experience may or may not prepare you for the rest of your life, so much still depends on predestination and your attitude.  I mean are you a chicken or a hawk?  A peacock or dove?  Or is there something of which I am unaware?  Did someone sit on your nest or was it covered in sand?  Are you turtle, lizard or snake?  See, so much is out of your hands, but still your actions are your choice.

Touch your books and pet them.

*

Ovoid

I can pretend at this normal life for a period of time

then the plaster starts to crack on this white picket fence

and it’s all down hill from there.

I am better than I was;

I am happier and more well adjusted,

yet I am still far from fitting with the standard fittings,

I am an off size, my threads run counter to the average fixture,

I spent too much time on the rack

to resemble anything from off the rack.

It’s not that I am so special;

it is just that I am Special Ed.

Performance anxiety and paranoia regularly take me out of round

though even with these kept at bay I am not your normal nut.

I assure you that you can dress me up and take me out,

just don’t try to take me home.

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

No Reason

September 5

No Reason

Reason falls through, where it lands is a place of unknown seascape and unrelenting tides.  The roar in my ears furthers the disorienting effect of relocation.  At first it seems easier to let go of reason but when I descend into madness I scramble for purchase; looking for sanity like a cleft in a cliff.  Loss of skin and blood is nothing to compare to the loss of my mind.  I believe I could be more easily separated from a limb or two than to lose rein on my brain.  Reason falls through; I must follow even though the terrain is arduous and my heart is sometimes faint, for without reason there is no reason and without reason there is no life.

Write songs to the dead, sing them to the living

*

HATCHLING

When the shell gets too tight

It’s time to hatch.

I can’t tell you it’s safe out there

Just that it’s time to go.

The leaving is not easy.

Exodus fulfilled by the use of one small tooth

This experience may or may not prepare you

For the rest of your life.

So much still depends on predestination

And your attitude.

I mean are you a chicken or a hawk?

A peacock or a dove?

Or is there something of which I am unaware.

Did someone sit on your nest

Or cover it with sand?

Are you a turtle, lizard or snake?

See so much is out of your hands

But still your actions are your choice.

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

Hatchling

September 17

HATCHLING

When the shell gets too tight it’s time to hatch.  I can’t tell you it’s safe out there, just that it’s time to go.  The leaving is not easy.  Exodus fulfilled by the use of one small tooth.  This experience may or may not prepare you for the rest of your life, so much still depends on predestination and your attitude.  I mean are you a chicken or a hawk?  A peacock or dove?  Or is there something of which I am unaware?  Did someone sit on your nest or was it covered in sand?  Are you turtle, lizard or snake?  See, so much is out of your hands, but still your actions are your choice.

Touch your books and pet them.

*

Ovoid

I can pretend at this normal life for a period of time

then the plaster starts to crack on this white picket fence

and it’s all down hill from there.

I am better than I was;

I am happier and more well adjusted,

yet I am still far from fitting with the standard fittings,

I am an off size, my threads run counter to the average fixture,

I spent too much time on the rack

to resemble anything from off the rack.

It’s not that I am so special;

it is just that I am Special Ed.

Performance anxiety and paranoia regularly take me out of round

though even with these kept at bay I am not your normal nut.

I assure you that you can dress me up and take me out,

just don’t try to take me home.