Waiting On The Finalization

Living out of bags and boxes

Because I tore apart that

Which no one was supposed to.

Home, but not a home

Because my daughters are

Beneath my old roof with their mother.

Took a handle on my misery

And what was left of my life,

Then took a leap of faith.

Moved out, moved on,

Not too far away, but far enough.

Started smoking cigarettes again,

Fell out of my routine and into the blues.

At least I'm not drowning my sorrows

In a bottle, that would really suck!

Trying to get back into a groove,

Focusing on being a father, a son, a brother.

Praying, hoping, and waiting.

Just want to get the ink dry on the document

So I can get on with the recovery and the healing

And the rest of our lives.