Sisterhood of Emotion

Sisterhood of Emotion

I have one, you know?
A sister. A secret.
A rollercoaster of love and hate.

Perhaps we learned
From what we were shown
Handed down from sisters before us.

Or maybe our souls
Are striking opposites,
Running from the reflections?

No matter, it is over now.
Is it not?
Have we not said goodbye?
And have we not given up?

Walked away with anger
And resentment built between us?

We have. We are guilty.
We are nothing any longer.
Blood and flesh, shared and despised.

And yet...

To know what it feels like
To laugh and giggle
Like children once more.
To have the memories;
The love, the bond,
The everlasting sisterhood.
To know joy in your voice
And the smile on your face
And to feel without anger.

I wonder...

Would it have been different?
Could it have been different?
Had we taken more time
To preserve what we had
Would our lives be intertwined?

Could there have been
What there never has?

Oh, I wonder. Always.

And still...

Through the shadows
Of anger lingering
In the deepest part of me
I feel the tug of your soul.

The calling of your heart
Speaks louder than your words.

And I know
Without a doubt
That I will always love you.
That should there ever come a time
When you truly needed me
I would answer your call.

And I ask;
How do I rid myself the pain?
The hidden resentment?
The guilt stricken idiocies?
And the pride - the weapon;
The bomb of destruction -
Has settled between us.

Where do we go from here?
From the bloodstained ground
Of our war, left cold.

And if we could...
Change things; erase the past
Would we? Could we?

Shall I cry my tears
In the silence, the dark?
Shall I cry them at all?

We are lost.
You and I.
Bound and severed.

And while nothing changes
Everything has changed
And Everything remains.