I am given a word
And I say my first name
And I call myself an alcoholic
After which I speak some more
Whether I am in recovery
Maybe still struggling through trenches
Of “human versus disease” war,
It is not a negative word.
It is not (or at least shouldn’t be)
Said with self-loathing,
Or uttered bitterly to point a finger
At someone else to blame for my faults.
It is a neutral affirmation of reality.
Some folks are born with pale skin, not dark
Some others are born female, not male.
I was born pale skinned male,
With birth-attached ill disease
Streaming through my blood,
A condition that plagued me for years
Until its essence was explained to me
And I saw it for what it was,
Not an illusion that I kept alive all that time.
Alcoholic is not a derogatory word that shames.
Neither it is a happy word.
It is a diagnosis that doesn’t discriminate.
It is part of my nature,
That I know now,
And with that I know who I am,
And things I can and no longer can do
If I want to live freely in mind and spirit.
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