Scattered

There is one in my mind that drives me insane

Taunting me at every turn

Is there any point she asks

Give in

She encourages my anger

Tripping me at every turn

Another is a man

His voice is soft cavern going to depths unknown

Gently he guides me towards understanding

Mother is merciless

Get up

Stop complaining when you know this is nothing

Finally there is the quiet one

Never speaking, always guiding

She gives me messages to decode

Questioning, curious, childlike

Yet there is a darkness to her

Always hidden in shadow

Emotions are the easiest way to understand her

In dreams I greet her

Over time I gather pieces to her puzzle

A lifetime won't be enough to understand her