Don't Bite

December 28

DON’T BITE

Desperation jumps up, runs around, then drops.  If I don’t feed it, desperation burns out
fast.  I used to buy the advertising, the
Horror, the Humanity.  The acorn falling
on my head convinced me easily.  I grew
this nut into terrifying despair never realizing if I had left it alone how
quickly it would pass.  When tragedy
comes there is no time for a performance. 
The whirling splendor itself proves the farce.  If I learn to recognize these triggers I
might keep from shooting myself in the foot. 
If I let desperation wear itself out I can stay with the pack.  Despondence splinters me and separates me
from anything rational but quiet resolve lets me watch the wind twist while I
keep my feet on the ground.

Pay your friends
in consideration and truth.

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Winter is upon Us

Spending time away from my clothes reminds me how much I
love and hate something which only serves to protect and decorate me.  Struggle with necessity, mad opinions about
requirements, these are things I lost months and years to in my past and now
only find as a sad footnote to the strangeness that is me.  I have so much control over how hard I make
things and no control over how hard things are. 
I can not set the weather but I can easily don my hat.  Putting on a big pout over needing a hat, ah,
well here is where acceptance plays a major role.  I do however find comfort in the fact that I
am not alone in this, I watch my poodle fret when her hair grows too long and
shiver when it is shorn too short on cold crisp days.  It’s good to have a fellow quibbler as I pull
a blanket over her and slip on my hat.

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You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault