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Your Young
No one ever tells you of the burden of being an older sister; how fucking hard it is, to leave your young, even when they were not born from your womb.
She and I wrestled upon my bed today, us laughing as we hurled pillows at one another, and then as it was time to go, she crawled into my arms, and told me she did not want to go, that I could come back with her, and she and I could share ice cream sandwiches.
I cry for her, because I was her, when MY older sister left, and I cry for her because she is the only child left in that house, alone and barren of all light and laughter.
She is half of my soul, tethered to my bones, doomed to always keep a hold on me, and oh, how I love her as if she has always been mine, as if she was born from my rib.
She is only seven, and already she has lost so much, and been through so much.
And I would do anything, for her to not feel that pain, I would take all of it and swallow it whole, if I could. I would walk towards the ends of the earth, and be damned, as long as it meant she would be happy. My truest little girl, MY young little sister.
I promise, I will get you out
She and I wrestled upon my bed today, us laughing as we hurled pillows at one another, and then as it was time to go, she crawled into my arms, and told me she did not want to go, that I could come back with her, and she and I could share ice cream sandwiches.
I cry for her, because I was her, when MY older sister left, and I cry for her because she is the only child left in that house, alone and barren of all light and laughter.
She is half of my soul, tethered to my bones, doomed to always keep a hold on me, and oh, how I love her as if she has always been mine, as if she was born from my rib.
She is only seven, and already she has lost so much, and been through so much.
And I would do anything, for her to not feel that pain, I would take all of it and swallow it whole, if I could. I would walk towards the ends of the earth, and be damned, as long as it meant she would be happy. My truest little girl, MY young little sister.
I promise, I will get you out
Published 17th Feb 2024
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17th Feb 2024 4:14am
hello beautiful Angel this gripped at my heart I feel for you and your baby sister ❤️
17th Feb 2024 4:15am
give her good memories and do what you can until you can get her out of there hugs 💕
5th Mar 2024 00:26am
Awww.. that's a sad poem.. but it gives hope for a better and brighter future, when you can finally rescue her. 🥰
19th May 2024 5:06pm
This is heavy. Very sad. Hope everything works out for you & your sister.
