to be.

I had a drink yesterday;
in fact, I had three.

For the first time in a long time
I drank and didn’t cry.

I did not cry nor did I feel:
helpless,
hopeless,
horrified
at my humanity.

I sat,
I was,
and continued to be.

I simply was,
with another,
and that did not
cease by the act
of the drink
(as had in recent past).

Connection continued,
because I still was
what I am-
and for the
first time in
five months I
was content with
just that.

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