constructing poetry

sibling rivalry

you never saw the resentment
carried within me,
a canker, gnawing until
nothing was left but you,
the way you made anything
appear so easy, while others
stumbled, the way you had everything,
and left nothing for anyone else.

deep inside, the guilt
was a jumbled mass of bile
eating through the realization,
you weren’t the one at fault.

you should be free to
shine without making some
angry witch want to pry
everything that you had
from your hands, and then
come in like a bulldozer
and turn it into a pile of rubble.

destruction is easy.
you have never had a talent for it,
because you are one of the builders,
the ones who make the world
better for your touch—
or at least, it always seemed so,
from my festering abode.

but no one is perfect. the key was
that day when we cried together
because your heart had been shredded
beyond repair, and I
was helpless to help you.

the sore was lanced, and a the mass
of jealousy and hatred left
like pus from a wound, and all
that was left, were realizations.

the only
person hurt by resentment
is the one feeling it.
no life is perfect.
anyone can learn to build.

line count: 40

Prompt ▼

Prompt for: Feb 23 (Fyn/Ren)
Subject or Theme: New Year's are the time to let go off old hurts and attempt forgiveness or a going on in a new light. It might be a huge hurt or a little one.
Word(s) to Include: jumble, key, pry. Use the words I, ME and MY only ONCE each in the poem. (or any derivatives of these words)
Forbidden Word(s): he, she, his, hers. (or any derivatives of these words)
Additional Parameters: Min 24 lines
Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description.

I love all my sisters, by the way. But sometimes . . . well, living inside my head isn't always pretty