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Sisters
Here are my two children
One pretty, the other smart
Painful is the message
To a child’s heart
Feeling insufficient
Despite what side you’re on
Traumatic impression
Adolescences gone
Instead of being sisters
Rivals we became
Competing for attention
Always placing blame
A constant apprehension
Fostering of fears
Animosity developed
Carried through the years
Although we are now grown
Tensions do not budge
Regardless of my efforts
I sense a bitter grudge
Measured by your yardstick
Not something I had planned
Longing for your approval
I do not understand
Language meant to harm
As inside you hurt too
Not for everyone to hear
But for a chosen few
A kindness within you
Reserved not for family
Compassion for others
Although, none for me
A tongue sharp as a blade
Cutting like a knife
Penetrating words
Come easily to life
Wounds ever present
Despite war not embraced
Scars upon the soul
Never to be erased
Both beautiful and smart
In our individual rite
Winning with a toxic person
Is simply not to fight
Published 12th Jun 2017
| Edited 13th Jun 2017
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12th Jun 2017 7:55pm
13th Jun 2017 6:13pm
It's a very sad tale you weave, Mel. Often true in many families.
An adolescences gone
If you're referring to just one adolescence, it should be singular. If you're referring to both, perhaps lose "An".
But Winning with a toxic person
Is simply not to fight
I would suggest losing "But" in the first line.
Again, very sad tale indicative of so much Truth.
An adolescences gone
If you're referring to just one adolescence, it should be singular. If you're referring to both, perhaps lose "An".
But Winning with a toxic person
Is simply not to fight
I would suggest losing "But" in the first line.
Again, very sad tale indicative of so much Truth.
13th Jun 2017 6:14pm
13th Jun 2017 11:47pm
