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December 23
    
    TRUE VOICE
    
    Some tears pour from my eyes and others from my heart.&nbsp; What once was a head-game and theory is now
    heartfelt and real.&nbsp; I have grown in my
    compassion, leaving qualification on the curb.&nbsp;
    Letters and notice mean so little in the full-out scheme of all the
    world; like fashion, what is true today, stood on and dependable, is next years
    joke and off-hand reference.&nbsp; The thump
    of the muscle deep within me is a compass I can trust.&nbsp; The daily tide of splash and rush can spring
    water to my face, but what rouses my spirit is much more.&nbsp; I needn’t worry for its receding or discount
    that it is faithful; it abides with me still and will keep me if I let it.&nbsp; Some sounds ring from my voice; others
    resonate from within, these are the ones that last.
    
    &nbsp;
    
    &nbsp;
    
    Aim is as
    important as a strong arm.
    
    *
    
    Entrée Entrée
    
    
    
    I am not one to order an appetizer,
    
    I prefer the main meal.
    
    Even if I carry the majority of the entrée home
    
    I like to have it all there before me.
    
    &nbsp;
    
    Knowing there is enough, might I want it,
    
    means peace of mind
    
    and I can relax and eat what I wish.
    
    That’s how much I fear.
    
    &nbsp;
    
    Fear opening my mouth to ask for more.
    
    Fear not anticipating my actual appetite.
    
    Fear of having nothing to show for my evening out.
    
    &nbsp;
    
    What could it all be like
    
    had I felt free of rules and public policy
    
    that must be carried out in private?
    
    &nbsp;
    
    I might never know,
    
    but what I do know is
    
    that I need to overcome this.
    
    &nbsp;
    
    Not because of starving children near or far,
    
    not to eliminate the science experiments
    
    of mold growth and wilted lettuce in my frig,
    
    &nbsp;
    
    But in order that I have a chance to have my desert
    
    and eat it too
    
    and leave the rest unordered.
    
    Vlog: http://youtu.be/xKD5QInmQak
    
    
    You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
    and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie TheriaultAll Rights Reserved

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Tue, Dec 23, 2014

December 23
    
    TRUE VOICE
    
    Some tears pour from my eyes and others from my heart.&nbsp; What once was a head-game and theory is now
    heartfelt and real.&nbsp; I have grown in my
    compassion, leaving qualification on the curb.&nbsp;
    Letters and notice mean so little in the full-out scheme of all the
    world; like fashion, what is true today, stood on and dependable, is next years
    joke and off-hand reference.&nbsp; The thump
    of the muscle deep within me is a compass I can trust.&nbsp; The daily tide of splash and rush can spring
    water to my face, but what rouses my spirit is much more.&nbsp; I needn’t worry for its receding or discount
    that it is faithful; it abides with me still and will keep me if I let it.&nbsp; Some sounds ring from my voice; others
    resonate from within, these are the ones that last.
    
    &nbsp;
    
    &nbsp;
    
    Aim is as
    important as a strong arm.
    
    *
    
    Entrée Entrée
    
    
    
    I am not one to order an appetizer,
    
    I prefer the main meal.
    
    Even if I carry the majority of the entrée home
    
    I like to have it all there before me.
    
    &nbsp;
    
    Knowing there is enough, might I want it,
    
    means peace of mind
    
    and I can relax and eat what I wish.
    
    That’s how much I fear.
    
    &nbsp;
    
    Fear opening my mouth to ask for more.
    
    Fear not anticipating my actual appetite.
    
    Fear of having nothing to show for my evening out.
    
    &nbsp;
    
    What could it all be like
    
    had I felt free of rules and public policy
    
    that must be carried out in private?
    
    &nbsp;
    
    I might never know,
    
    but what I do know is
    
    that I need to overcome this.
    
    &nbsp;
    
    Not because of starving children near or far,
    
    not to eliminate the science experiments
    
    of mold growth and wilted lettuce in my frig,
    
    &nbsp;
    
    But in order that I have a chance to have my desert
    
    and eat it too
    
    and leave the rest unordered.
    
    Vlog: http://youtu.be/xKD5QInmQak
    
    
    You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
    and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

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