My sister-
the heart I have always known,
the first light I saw at birth,
the hand that always finds me
no matter how far I wander.
She returns,
soft as dawn,
first in line in every heartbeat,
the quiet strength behind my every step.
She loves me
with all my cracks and edges,
my tangled thoughts and restless fears.
Her love is pure-
a river that never runs dry,
a gentle tide that lifts me higher.
She is kindness
woven into the fabric of my days,
everything I hold sacred,
the soul I would protect
with all that I am.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 9:06 AM UTC
My sister-
the heart I have always known,
the first light I saw at birth,
the hand that always finds me
no matter how far I wander.
She returns,
soft as dawn,
first in line in every heartbeat,
the quiet strength behind my every step.
She loves me
with all my cracks and edges,
my tangled thoughts and restless fears.
Her love is pure-
a river that never runs dry,
a gentle tide that lifts me higher.
She is kindness
woven into the fabric of my days,
everything I hold sacred,
the soul I would protect
with all that I am.