#bigsister
I was only a seed
when I landed beside you,
small and unsure,
still learning how to reach for light.
But you,
you were already a tree.
Roots deep with stories
you never spoke out loud,
with branches stretched wide
like you were holding up more than just sky.
You never said you were tired,
even when the wind leaned heavy on you.
You never showed the cracks
even when the storms stayed too long.
Instead,
you stood.
And somehow,
you made space for me to grow.
I watched you closely,
the way you bent but never broke,
the way your shade felt like safety,
like I could rest without asking.
You made strength look quiet,
made survival look soft.
Even in your own battles,
you chose to be shelter,
chose to be more
than what life tried to reduce you to.
And I learned,
not from words,
but from you.
Now when I reach upward,
when I stand a little taller,
when I believe in the kind of strength
that doesn’t need to shout,
it’s because I grew beside
an older tree
who carried storms in silence
and still chose to bloom.
You don’t call yourself a hero,
but I see it,
in every scar you never mention,
in every tear you hide in your leaves.
If I become anything in this life,
anything worth standing tall,
it will be because
I first learned how
by watching you.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
“I miss my sister,”
I say as my head makes a thud against his chest.
My tears leaves evidence behind.
Two little nostril prints and all.
I miss my sister.
I take a deep breath as I’m hit with the nostalgia.
It smells like her.
I think I’ll stay a little while longer.
I miss her laughter intertwining with mine,
And the wine.
And the jokes,
That only we would know.
I miss the way she made me feel,
Heard and seen.
My big sister and me.
I just miss her.
I miss my sister.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
Grow up girl u’ve got responsibilities
These are now anthems I hear often
But how?
Am still a kid, so innocent and pure
How do I cope with this new forcefully imposed me
I don’t want to be accountable for anyone
I don’t know how
I want the old days back
The nurturing I disregarded and saw as pestering
I want it
I want it back
I want it now
You can’t be asleep now it’s a school night
Help them get ready
I don’t want to hold the key
Neither do I want to choose or make suggestions
As they would want me to
I take all the ache
Bottle up the anger and be good
Or at least seem to
Laugh and be the big sister
They all look forward to
But why?
I just want to be a kid again
I never got to blossom or be a teen
I became stuck as an adult at a premature age
an instant mom
Advisably
This is my fate
I dammed all and accepted it
But what choice do I have
I hope I do it right.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
For the girl who makes me wish I had a sister like her,
don't let them break you or stand in your way.
They need you and love you,
no matter what your stepmom might say.
I know my opinion is not desired,
but I know better than anyone,
those little ones need you.
So **** what she says and don't back down.
You're strong and brave,
a fighter, a lover,
a hero,
a sister.
And that's worth fighting for.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
she's a jumping bean,
bouncing off walls,
breaking in her velvet muscles.
a princess crown encompasses her cranium,
eyelashes like butterfly wings,
fluttering in a breeze.
wearing tic-tacs for teeth,
a smile designed by blind men's hands,
construction of a masterpiece.
eyes aglow with eagerness,
bleeding aquamarine,
flooding my pupils with luminosity.
giggles like dandelion seedtips,
a supplementary appendage,
attached to my forearm.
she blankets me in gentle bear hugs,
curling around like pink yarn,
frayed at the edges.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC