Sister
Who am I— without you?
If I’m not
a quiet pulse
beneath your chaos;
a steady moon
that tugs your tides.
Who am I— without you?
As if I’m the
roots holding the earth firm
without rise in a tree;
brush strokes on a canvas
missing the acrylic paint.
Who am I—
since we are not mirrors,
but the wild stars in the same sky.
Without you?
I spin,
unanchored in the dark.
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This poem is so well shaped.
And the content is wonderful.
Thank you for sharing this.
wonderful love poem to sister
love: a quiet pulse
beneath your chaos;
a steady moon
that tugs your tides.