Three monumental heads
Upon a land that you wish you had never seen.
One, the family that made sure you didn’t have one
Lying, manipulating, and cackling like a bunch of birds
Then shitting all over the ground below them
Not even realizing what trash they are.
The second a reason for feeling so very alone
Not meant to have the comfort of love
The third is the fight within
The struggle to walk away
From everything that does no service.
Fighting all three simultaneously
Aching in the middle of the night for some peace
Yes, when do I get that reward?
Like a flower blooming in the middle of winter
People look and say
“What the hell is that doing here?”
As if it requested the audience
Or forgot to ask permission
Three battles lost in life
Lost because they were given to a woman
Without the strength
To continue to fight them.