May 23, 2012

Sister

Ah, sweet sister!
There you are hiding.
Depths like a cistern,
Still unabiding.
Eyes that lull to
The pelandrone's tune
The hands going slack,
Resting too soon
In the complacency
That quickly deceives,
That says, "This is life
The effort's to breathe!"
I know there is more
Than breath of day,
Than the empty anger
You always display.
Sister, have you never been loved
In that perfectly simplistic depth?
Held in the bonds of truest family,
So completely, you wept?
Sister, there is too much despair
For you to be cruel to yourself.
Inwardly you tear out your hair
You long to be someone else.
It would be easier.
No-one has made your mistakes
And must live with what you know,
Aware of the give and take,
The exchange between mind and soul
That creates guilt from toleration.
Penance through self-degradation.
When will the veiled attempts
To reveal the real
Become the reality
And allow you to heal?
I am your sister and your friend.
Loyal to the good you are within
You run hard to catch up to your sin,
Push it behind to relive it all again.
I run the circles, ever by your side,
Praying you won't sink when you subside
Praying even though I'm pushed aside.
Seeing you from where you try to hide,
Believing in the love you hold inside.


To the sister who has only ever believed in her outer beauty but not her inner beauty.