August 1
GAME PLAYING
My Higher Power doesn’t play me like a board game, doesn’t
monopolize my time or put me in jeopardy.
My trouble is my own. I pursue
trivia at my discretion. I take or
reject risk at will. I scrabble my
thoughts and am sorry when I make mistakes but don’t expect to live in a
candyland. When I stick my hand in the
mouse trap, or fall down the shoots and need to climb the ladders, I know the
game may not be over, but it is far too late to play let’s make a deal.
Keep a game with
you.
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Porcellano
Some days I feel like a porcelain doll;
hard head, hard hands, hard feet
and everywhere else is soft, gormless.
I feel useless and act out my feelings,
stumbling through a day of pointless inactivity.
I know that I belong on a shelf
or propped upon the pillows of a bed,
not fine enough for curio or collection,
merely someone of marginal decorative value.
I have gotten away from the meaning of me,
the thrum of God’s intentions
and am trapped in this world of elaboration;
everything is embellished and nothing is real.
It is time to put my foot down.
To feel the earth solid and right;
to catch my mind and take it out
of its greasy spin from what is descent.
I am not a China
doll
and it is time to walk away
from these purloined thoughts
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
