Letters to my Sister

And ever since that moment, That unlikely move of fate, Two hearts dance, To a different beat. Each night, She smiles at the moon. Each day, She hums to the waves. Two different worlds, Him and Her. But a connection, So elevating. So electric. So empowering. A gush of emotions, That brings them ease. They know it is real. They know it is true. For it isn’t every day, The moon hums a melody, It isn’t every day, The waves smile back at you.

In that first little poem, you said my hand fit perfectly in yours. And yet, you shy away, as I reach out to hold your hand. You stole my heart with those words, words I believed, the same ones you didn’t keep. I was a fool, a fool in love. I haven’t learnt my lesson, for your words, I still fall. Failing to hold back each time, my broken little soul. I’ve pieced it together though, the heart that you shattered on your way out. Still weak from the blow, but strong enough to hold it through. Still a fool. Still in love.

Broken pieces of glass, she found as she tread on them. Her delicate feet, a bright crimson now, Left a trail as she started to retreat. She didn't wince for the cuts she now bared, the tears were only for the heart that bled.

I went for a walk today. Mask on. Covered my face, But the rest, Open. All colors of me. Visible. Open for judgement. Vulnerable. Open for classification. Was I a shade darker for her? A tad lighter for him? Oh wait, I fit right in with them. A relief. Seemed like Home. Then why was I still out of place? Suffocating, in my mask. Suffocating, seeing them hide in their invisible masks. Suffocating, in these boxes they put me in. I needed air! I tore open the box. I saw right through their masks. I took my mask down, Waited for a gush of air. And then it hit me. Our reality is what is suffocating. And as I wait gasping for change. The world burns in tears. With the rest of us, Alive, but still cant breathe.

I keep my eyes open, No more sleep on my mind. The dream seems to be going astray, Can’t let it get out of sight. It likes to wander, The curious little soul. It likes the wonder, So many jewels in this world. It likes to run, And often it hides. At times I find it floating, In the crevices of my mind. I can feel it shivering, I know it gets scared. I can feel it’s tears, It also does get sad. My dream is a little sensitive, The poor little soul. Much to explore, Many people to please. And while all it wants, Is to fly away and flee. I hold my dream together saying, “Together, we'll get through” You got my back, I got yours, Time to make you come true.⁠⁠⁠⁠

Dear Heaven, The sky is clear, But a fog of sadness lingers here today. The clouds are light, But hearts are heavy here today. The sun is shining, But a dark shadow hover’s here today. The waves seem calm, But hopes are sinking in silence here today. The wind is quiet, But there is a storm of sorrow here today. Dear Heaven, The room is empty, But the home is full of memories here today. The eyes are searching, But just an empty shaken world here today. The ears miss the voice, But only goodbyes echoing in the walls here today. We lost a soul, again, You gained another treasured star up there today. I will not cry, My words will be silent tears today.