A child is once an adult once they comfort the baby and forget how to sulk,
once they have lost the ability to quit their brain,
once they stop wishing for toys and instead wishing that they felt sane.
By convincing the sheep that they needn’t not weep because the wolves had already been fed,
but what she did not include was that it was by the means of her own arms and legs.
Soothing the child whispering she’d “only be gone a little while”,
and yes,
she has to go live her life.
Preaching to ignore the slurs and every each cruel world,
saying “don’t let it corrupt your pure souls”.
With tears flooding her eyes,
and sorrow in her smile,
sorry that she has to leave them in a nest of thorns.
-Apologies, E.S.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 12:55 AM UTC
A child is once an adult once they comfort the baby and forget how to sulk,
once they have lost the ability to quit their brain,
once they stop wishing for toys and instead wishing that they felt sane.
By convincing the sheep that they needn’t not weep because the wolves had already been fed,
but what she did not include was that it was by the means of her own arms and legs.
Soothing the child whispering she’d “only be gone a little while”,
and yes,
she has to go live her life.
Preaching to ignore the slurs and every each cruel world,
saying “don’t let it corrupt your pure souls”.
With tears flooding her eyes,
and sorrow in her smile,
sorry that she has to leave them in a nest of thorns.
-Apologies, E.S.
A poetical piece commenting on the experience of being an elder sister in a shattered home.
