Recalling Purpose

edge

Took a walk in the wilderness,

a forest to disappear in,

looked about me at all the pine,

the desert soil allows

eyes to drift as far as the edge

a world beyond me I’m told to

 

forget.

 

I’m here to be a sightseer,

to breathe in the mountain

air that raises my spirits

beyond the normalcy

far enough away

to help me perhaps

 

forget.

 

Tomorrow I will look upon

a landscape that stretches

the eye to forever,

a spiritual energy

so beyond personal recall,

meant to help us all

 

forget.

 

When soon our lives return

the better option

might be to find something

new. A purpose suggests

our lives have meaning,

we have a world we easily

 

forget.

 

Glance at the morning sky, the mellow

sound of birds in rainfall, we can never

 

forget.

Choosing An Edge

Republished on the recovery blog:

Dan The Story Man

I’m an addict,

my therapist told me,

edges are fun.

When first I discovered my ‘affliction’

as it is oft times referred,

I chose anger first to help unveil

the true emotions buried.

That was certainly the beginning

of a long relationship

with denial,

many edges,

from blade to blade,

to ledge, to choice, to reprimand.

I have experienced the fleeting nature of impulse

enough to wish to disregard sound advice.

I have climbed upon  the wall of despair,

hopeful somewhere along the way,

I might find an opening, or a reason to slip.

My therapist told me

edges are fun.

I find that to be true

whenever

the trigger seems right in the palm

of my hand,

the vehicle toward

satisfying my edge.

I am a fortunate addict today,

I’ve managed to blur the edge,

well enough to overcome

those crisp shiny endeavors

occasional tricks fo the trade,

labels

insidious

powerful

cunning

ah, the simple solution to the edge,

is certainly

choosing the edge of recovery.

… safe landings …

~

artist found on pinterest – albert handell