Ship Of Fools


I used to walk on eggshells. Although they were more like landmines. Grenades that would go off at the slightest threat to expose a wound of the rabid person revealing their fangs at what “YOU” did to disrupt their peace.

I’ve learned it is because they have none. Inside they are anything but calm. More of a storm brewing just below the surface and somehow you’re responsible for the tumultuous seas bringing about these tidal waves that rage. Rocking the boats threatening to capsize their false sense of control.

NOT ANYMORE. I was never responsible for doing damage control or preventative maintenance simply to avoid these uncomfortable episodes.

I no longer take on that which doesn’t belong to me. Nor do I apologize for being the one to trigger. It belongs to the wounded party. For they cannot heal what they cannot fully feel. So don’t feel bad if you’ve made them mad. Be glad they have a chance to take another stance. To give it another glance from a different angle. One that won’t strangle the truth well hidden from their eye. They’ll need no alibis for there will be no blame when there’s no longer the shame that created this game. And no one can be accused of sinking anyone’s battleship because the fight will be over. Besides, it’s already been won…

~Audra Erwin

The “High on Life” Coach

1 Comment

  1. Cheryl Butcher's Gravatar Cheryl Butcher
    November 25, 2018    

    Very prophetic.

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