And the tears roar punches down
Wetlands drenching twists
A muscled foe
Into spirit
Form
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Word Spun Fire
This may be not hard this word display
frankly you could say your word spun fire
into oblivion’s vanishing blast.
I owe no lines across borders
none there are but nature’s law’s
wounding humanity.
For the love of books!
I’m sure there is such a thing as fulfilling lives, without books. I’m equally sure I’d want no part of any of them. Various narratives I’ve read over the years see learning from books (“book learning” being the often said with distain expression) as some kind of sheltered, limiting, life, as if the mighty band of bookworms worldwide spend their lives incarcerated (without mercy) in reading chairs, no doubt in a windowless rooms.
A voice inside my head cries out, “That’s a lot of hooey!”
I could not live without books in my life may not be a literal truth for me, but it comes damned close.
Anti-Sobriety Myths
At this writing, I’ve been sober 16 years.
Getting sober takes time.
I’ve seen a few myths derail more than one person’s chance at getting sober.
One myth says: “I am sober when I stop drinking.”
Wrong. Not, somewhat wrong, or a little wrong. Wrong. Dead wrong. You’re clean, as it were, when you stop drinking, not sober.
Here’s the reality (fact) that replaces the myth. You have to stop drinking in order to get sober. Getting sober takes time. Trust me. If you’re fortunate enough to be in your early strides of the experience, you don’t yet realize how unwell you are.
Another myth says: “I can do it alone” and yet another is some family member or loved one thinking that they can save the alcoholic-addict.
Reality says: “Not only are you wrong, but don’t you think it’s nice to find out there is at least one massive life challenge you don’t have to face alone?”
I do.
There is another unflinching fact. Being an active alcoholic results in one of three endings: jails, institutions, or death. This is fact.
One other thing, another expression I learned. You’re not allowed to kill yourself in your first three years of sobriety because you’ll be killing the wrong person.
The page is your world
This may be the most efficient way of writing. Simply put words on a page, and have done with it. This is your page. These are your words. Here, of all places, you need answer to not a soul, living or dead. This is a statement of fact, friend. This, the page, is your world. Doesn’t matter whether others read this or not. I know ache fills you at this. It’s only life, each sentence, word, one movement closer to the end.
