Promise Broken

September 2

PROMISE BROKEN

If promise shatters without anyone touching it, if it pops like a floating soap bubble that lost its cohesion, what do I do?  Name names?  I can’t even take fingerprints.  Sometimes dreams just end.  No fault or blame is attached.  The ice breaks under its own weight and nothing can be done.  I am more than just holding on.  I am alive even if all the promises melt away.  I can accept the unexpected and the unasked for and still know this doesn’t affect my worth.  My value is intact regardless of disappointment or discontent.  I have learned that anticipation is mere amusement; promises are pleasantries. I am made of stronger stuff. I am not broken by words, ideas or hope.  Promise can be broken but it doesn’t break me.

Open the mental crayon box.

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Where’s Your Chair?

Is the ring more unnatural for the tamer or the lion?

One the trapped, the other the trapper.

Who is the more in danger;

the one with loss of freedom

or the one with possible loss of life?

And while this question is still in play

the next question is begged.  Why is there a ring?

What is worth the price paid

by the whip holder or the whipped?

Spectacle is a thing whose cost

reaches from the forest to the trees;

can take you from the highest rung

down to your knees.

All this lost for some Owwe’s and Ah’s

from people needing diversion

from the ring they turn tricks in.

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

Where's Your Chair?

September 3

Where’s Your Chair?

Is the ring more unnatural for the tamer or the lion?  One the trapped, the other the trapper.  Who is the more in danger; the one with loss of freedom or the one with possible loss of life?  And while this question is still in play the next question is begged.  Why is there a ring?  What is worth the price paid by the whip holder or the whipped?  Spectacle is a thing whose cost reaches from the forest to the trees; can take you from the highest rung down to your knees.  All this lost for some Owwe’s and Ah’s from people needing diversion from the ring they turn tricks in.

Refuse delivery of bad acts

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HOW EVER YOU CAN

I heard --Let go with love.

You know how to do that? Asked my sponsor.

No that’s why I’m here to see you,

But it sure sounds like something I should do.

Well in a perfect world maybe we can all do it that way.

But for now let go with a mean look in your eye.

Let go with rage in your heart.

Let go with words boiling on you tongue.

Let go with the butter knife up to its hilt in the jelly jar.

Let go standing at the sink wishing for some other life.

Let go as a reflex

Let go as an anthem, as a prayer, as a declaration.

Let go even when you don’t feel you are holding on anymore.

At the same time-hold on to what’s important---

Your recovery---Your Higher Power, and your sense of humor.

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