Inside of me
exist two or three
each fighting for
the best hold on me.

Fighting to win
the dubious prize
which one will show up
one cannot surmise.

Tugging and pulling
pushing and shoving,
creating a wind storm
to fight off the loving.

One is the babe
who lived but should not
Another the child
whose family cared naught.

Then there's the teen
full of demons and fear
This part of me
is always quite near.

The fighting continues
the grip has its hold
but one day, I hope,
them all I'll enfold.

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Sue- a quickie off the top of my head... decided to jump in and put all negative thoughts about this under the table... There are no mistakes in sharing and creating...

Tag: Puzzle -- anyone??