The Glass Stigma

A rocoveree alcoholic attends a party~

The Glass Stigma

 

The party roared in the other room

She poured some iced honey tea

Into a long-stemmed crystal wine glass

She thought to herself, “Let’s just see…”

She was an alcoholic with the stigma very known

She was new to the song and dance of recovery

She looked in the mirror and said to herself,

“Will anyone see the recovered me?”

 

She had lost the trust of her family

She had lost the trust of her best friend

She had misguided herself into believing

Those relationships would never end

So now was a great test and judgment

Could she walk through that party room and blend?

As she carried the glass that looked like wine

She would force this stigma to mend

 

All heads turned as she walked in

All eyes on the glass not her face

Eyes shifting to look at her with a smile

With enough contempt to permeate their disgrace

She was such a beautiful young woman

All dressed up in the purity of white lace

But nothing could take away that stigma

“The glass of an alcoholic can’t be replaced”

 

She stood in the middle of that room

Saying aloud, “I’d like to make a toast”

As they watched breathlessly for her to fall

Couldn’t wait to laugh at her drunken boast

Instead with sparkle and life in her eyes

Saying, “Recovery is where alcoholics can coast…

She gave thanks to family, best friend and more

Lifting her wine glass, “and honey tea is the utmost!”

 

LET RECOVERY BE YOUR NEW STIGMA!  THEY WILL RESPECT YOU NO MATTER WHAT GLASS YOU HAVE! IT IS WHAT’S IN IT AND YOU THAT WILL MAKE THE STIGMA DIFFERENCE!

 

©LadyAnn Graham-Gilreath

Jan 15, 2017