I Am From by Jennifer Flohre

I am from a broken home
Plaster walls, shattered.
I am from a bedroom fight
Eyes, black.

Alcohol and cocaine married my mother
I am from a father who needed help.
A late night drive to the west side
Us in the back seat, tired.

I am from courtrooms, therapy and custody battles.
Our grandparents’ living room forts,
Peter Pan and our lion.

I am from an AA meeting
Coffee and smoke.
A sponser named Mark,
My father struggles.

I am from a family of love and hope
But divorced and saddened
A twelve year token.

I am from a faith that won’t give up
Forgiveness has a name, in my heart it lays.
I am from a father, saved
Sober
Recovered.