Two Scorpio's and One Gemini

Tonight was a bloaded storm
waiting to explode and form.

I won't even go over the cause.
It was plausible but no reason
was involved.
It was an argument with
three separate points and flaw,
No one wanted to take
each other's side,
they set to defend their own.
My mother, father, and I
Two Scorpio's and one Gemini.

Strange how we lose our heads
when troubles can't be solved.
Strange how I had not the sense,
strange how I couldn't stand
to make amends.

But then I talked to my father
after our tumultuous row,
apologised though my opinion
disagreed,
said sorry, even after I was insulted
and abandoned, doubt clouding my creed.

He said to me,
"go to sleep when you are tired
and wake when you are not.
You shouldn't have to worry,
my sweetie, my baby girl, I fucked up"

And as I watched this grown man cry
for what could not be fixed,
like the problems with his wife
the house that was falling apart,
the deadbeat job that he wished
didn't even exist,
I understood for the first time
exactly what he meant to me.

I had the nerve to confess,
he had the mind to accept
to admit wrong
and to believe he made me
because he was sure
that I would only be myself,
nothing less and nothing more.

He knew there was no one better
to see him through
these anguished nights.

That there was no one better
to make things right.

I see now, clear as day
that it is me and only me,
yourself and your twin anatomy,
that paves the way toward freedom;
the rescue from catastrophe.