Tragic loss is the theme of this book of poems. There is no place as safe as a blank page to pour the contents of a grieving heart, within this volume you will find the Rorschach test created from the blood and bile of a life torn in two. This is not a joyful tomb but it is testimony to great love taken through ravages of undisclosed mental illness.
Sherrie gives an overview of the book:
Either I can have a bad relationship that I never wanted
or no relationship and
the painful isolation of having been lied to and deceived by someone who,
in theory, should have been trustworthy.
You are off to war and I am agape not having realized until too late that you are a soldier.
The fact is that one of these things will occur;
you will be killed by a machine which cares nothing for you and sees you as its enemy or
destroyed by the organization that sees you as its own or
you will throw yourself on your sword and keep from bothering anyone else with this task.
There is no scenario where you are the One you promised me you’d be.
No home coming, no welcoming arms to hold me.
I stand on the sidewalk a garbage pail of cold water poured over my shock and dismay.
To my grief you say that you have heard it all before,
so why did you set me up to say it all again?
I am heart stricken and cut in a place to obvious to hide and,
too hidden to speak of.
You have no time to talk, no aid to give, no love to spare.
I thought I was yours,
but see that I have been swept from your life
by the flood of a large gage hose and water of questionable origin.
Everything is wet but nothing is clean.
This is an unholy act and
I am defeated and living in Carthage.
The Queen of Carthage
I am alone in a way I have never been alone before.
When I wished for a love that was yet to be
I had no relationship,
but I had desire,
I had hope of fulfilling my desire.
Now you have fulfilled my desire,
answered all my hopes;
you are real and rich and true,
so when you left there is nothing.
I have had everything I ever wished for and more
and now you have taken it all away.
I am a queen stripped bare and
sent into the streets with no explanation,
I haven’t even a wrong to correct,
not a defect to repair.
I have been robbed
by the person who means the whole world and
all that is left to me is space.
I AM the Girl
I am the winning ticket you do not claim
The pride and joy you treat as shame
The master piece gone up in flame
I AM the girl
I am a warm June day stuck inside
The Ferris wheel you will not ride
The beauty you can not abide
I AM the girl
I am the sidelined player who is so brave
The unopened sweet that you used to crave
The tower held queen you treat as a naïve
I AM the girl
I am the wounded swan you simply shun
The thorough-bread you do not run
The dearest song but you make a pun
I AM the girl
I was full of life but am now a shell
The sweetest flower you will not smell
The little angel who lives in hell
I AM your girl
Sherrie Theriault writer and outsider artist lives in northwest New Jersey where she writes villain-free fiction for children, creates coloring books for all ages, writes daily inspiration books for the recovery community and has other works of collected poetry. Books available on Amazon.com include the following: Cala Mae, Can you See? Congenial Chronicles The Holland’s Adventure, Fill Me In Fill Me In, too Sober on the Way to Sane, More Sober on the Way to Sane, My Sponsor Said… Elissa: Queen of Carthage Order of Protection Was Love Lost The Deep Dark Day In What the Birdies Told Me About You Sober on the Way to Sane, Was Love Lost and Fill Me In are also available at Blue Stockings, Manhattan, NY. You can find Sherrie’s art work at Hang-Ups Gallery in Allentown, PA or online at SerendipitousGallery.com Please feel free to contact her there if you have any questions
Sherrie Theriault writer and outsider artist lives in northwest New Jersey where she writes villain-free fiction for children, creates coloring books for all ages, writes daily inspiration books for the recovery community and has other works of collected poetry. Books...