849 days
I am not a poet. I'm not a poetry fan. I like about three poets and that's it. I wrote this after a particularly hard week followed by an amazing AA meeting and an even more amazing session with my therapist. Today, I asked my heart. I've never done that before. I've relied on my wits and a game of chance. I didn't think I would ever win. The odds were never in my favor. Was it a cosmic joke? I think God forgot the punchline so they used me instead. Today, I finally asked my heart. Are you finally safe? Are you able to trust? Will this love keep you forever in its arms? No one is pulling the chair out as I try to sit. My full house finally won the game. Will that win hold me until the end? I can't imagine wanting more because I only ever wished for the least. The win was more than I expected and more than I ever imagined. But, the dealers sit and wait for their next mark. My soul is untouchable, blessed by the greatest grace and the universe. When they tell