Bratzlav

May 15

BRATZLAV

If all the world is a narrow bridge, I must broaden my mind.  If all the doors close to the passage of a hallway, I must exit through the window.  Never again can I stay and shelter in a small and confining refuge.  A womb is a place to come out of; it is never a place of return.  I am not to seek over- exposure but I must ever widen the gate.  The brave face I show is the gift of a tight world owning me for far too long.  Fear is never meant to be larger than life and the world should never collapse around the sweetness of a smile.  Today carries us.  Tomorrow draws us.  The world is a bridge.

Carpet the memories that echo shame in your mind.

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Underoos

Why is it that I store undies I never wear

in my panty drawer and leave no room for my favorites?

Why is it that I have things in cupboards

that have not seen the light of day in years,

but they are kept as sacred?

I don’t use my storage for me

it is saved for obligation to inherited obsession.

I live on the fringes of the only life I have;

I didn’t question this.

didn’t see it for what it really is.

I don’t live in my skin only my head.

I don’t enjoy today only plan for tomorrow.

After years at this address it is time for me to move in.

The mortgage is more than paid;

it is time to spend my inheritance.

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

Yield Don't Stop

May 6

Yield Don’t Stop

If I let amazement stop my progress I will become landlocked instead of becoming free.  Picture wagon wheels planted in Kansas when the destination had been California.  Yes, the plains are great, but if that was not my aim it is a far cry from heaven.  Arriving at any haven is tempting; when it crosses to captivating then to captivation, here is where the problem lay.  Steps six and seven changed me and this is good.  If I allow this to halt me this is disaster.  If the wheels fall off the wagon I walk.  If I grow too tired to walk I pant with my friends and we carry each other, we don’t stop.

Pickle the pretty fruit from your labors

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BRATZLOV

If all the world is a narrow bridge,

I must broaden my mind.

If all the doors are closed to the passage of a hallway,

I must exit through the window.

Never again can I stay and shelter

In a small and confining refuge

A womb is a place to come out

It is never a place of return.

I am not to seek overexposure

But I must ever widen the gate

The brave face I show is the gift of a tight world

Owning me for far too long.

Fear is never meant to be larger than life

And the world should never collapse

Around the sweetness of a smile

Today carries us.

Tomorrow draws us.

The world is a bridge.