Washed Ashore
Sobriety is a gift. But it can also be taken from me in the blink of an eye. I am on guard when times are tough but what about when times are good? I let my defenses down. I relax. And it is in those times, I also let my guard down.
In those moments, I remember the euphoria of life artificially induced by chemicals that I might seek the pleasures long forgotten or by something never known.
During these times, I must be on my safeguard from failure.
One day not too long ago, I sat on the beach listening to the water wash ashore, enjoying the warmth of the sun as it beat down on my shoulders. I should have been content but I was not. I wanted to rise higher. Like a little child, “Swing me higher daddy.”
I went back to the days when I was unrestrained. My thoughts shook my foundation for the brief time in which I stood unsettled.
Whether life is good, bad or just indifferent, I will always need to be on watch.
For this day I am given the gift of peace in my shipwrecked mind.
Washed ashore–I am grateful–for today!
Beautifully Awkward
Her Broken wing 
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