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.
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.
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