Writing

Every Other Weekend

Each crack you chiseled into my foundation
The waters of this love have touched
And there is no going back now

Take back your piecemeal attempts at parenting and marriage,
The table upon which I feast is plentiful
You are welcome here and
I need you to know:

Your projections did not break me
Your dysfunction did not destroy me
Your choices did in fact lead me back
To the river from which I came

This love that nourishes and heals
Bends and twists and turns
At times overflowing violently,
Spilling outside of its banks:
It has brought me to life.

I am living your dream.
I am a child of divorce
Choosing marriage
Like the river chooses the sea
Everyday.

Forever.

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