Custody

Any separated parent
Knows the power
Of these three syllables

A sound as ominous as a hurricane
And liberating as rain
After a drought

All I know is I gave my lifeforce
In expectation
And never received a dime

And when I threw my mind
Into the pyre
Then the relief came

Soon every other weekend
Will be alone
After five years

I can speak these words
I need to be alone
After five years

I walk into a tornado
God gave me to
Embrace leaving control

His father wanting him more
Is the gift
God gave to my son