I’m me, God. l never rise above being myself. ~ Joanne
A game of make-believe has lasted many years…
Since sitting under the dining-room table
before the evaporative cooler, a towel on shoulders
to imagine the blizzard… Playtime where stories
created by me, staring me, facilitated my pride.
Later I pretended to be important, to fit in,
to be a star instead of feeling like a failure.
Finally after many years I found Recovery,
met others like me who, amazingly LIKED ME
and I learned Idid not need to pretend.
I was worthy, to feel the truth, finally comfortable
that, “I’m me, God. l never rise above being myself.
And finally I find no need to!”
Since sitting under the dining-room table
before the evaporative cooler, a towel on shoulders
to imagine the blizzard… Playtime where stories
created by me, staring me, facilitated my pride.
Later I pretended to be important, to fit in,
to be a star instead of feeling like a failure.
Finally after many years I found Recovery,
met others like me who, amazingly LIKED ME
and I learned Idid not need to pretend.
I was worthy, to feel the truth, finally comfortable
that, “I’m me, God. l never rise above being myself.
And finally I find no need to!”
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