Talking to you sometimes breaks my heart
It makes me feel so far apart
All the ways I tried
To make you see and love me
All the ways I hoped you may see deeper into my soul
Was it every your job?
I do not know
All I know is that perhaps all of this sibling grief
At times is not just ours
Maybe is stretches ages back
And maybe it is why our Mum
Did not know
How to be with us
And to really love us as we needed to be loved
As girl children
All I know is that when I needed you
You could not let me be me
And then you tried to say you didn’t want me
Anywhere near your families house
But it was our house that our father built
For all of us
And at that point
I had no other family
Why did you not accept me as a part
Of your family?
How could you have been so cruel to me?
I was your baby sister
All I wanted was for you to
See
Embrace
And truly love me
But you just never seem to
Will it always be up to me?
(maybe my soul never really belonged
in this earthly family)
This piece makes me think about the relationships I have with my own siblings, the bitter and the sweet. š
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Yes it really is both isnt it.. I just had a lovely chat with my sister and I know she is not in a good place, maybe I was feeling some of that today. but the longing to love it goes on doesnt it?
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Absolutely! I have brothers, but the same is true. š
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