My Sister

How beautiful you are,
like a rose
planted in darkness;
still you grew,
dodging in between
the thorns of catastrophe.

You let them use you,
step on you,
and tear you apart.

You asked me
to feel with you;
I turned away,
embracing my solitude.

I buried my head in my knees.

It’s not the hand
of condemnation I hold;
it’s within the grasp
of fear I cover,
shielding my eyes
and my heart
from the stranger
I saw peering
through the window
of your pale blue eyes,
holding a box of secrets
that I longed to bury
deep inside my heart.

Words could never match
my love and loyalty
to my half-blood sister
though they always try.

You may never know
I never meant to hurt you.

Close your eyes
once more for me;
I pray one day
I can free myself
and embrace
the stranger
in your eyes.

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