my bebsis —
what can I say about her?
nothing more than the enormity of
everything which I would readily articulate,
with such gratitude I would spout clouds of
perfumed sentiment that would bury us both
and playfully we would cast aside the damp
to find the merriment,
the celebration behind our conjoining,
as sisters we are one,
as sisters, we are the same.
our state of being,
adoptive as we made ourselves from
a faraway source,
we have been through so much,
on our own and together,
we are here and there for each other.
a differing reflection but an interior which
even when I flash a different shade,
she carries me in careful moments,
she smooths away the yearning and
indecisiveness of my day.
we are more than adequate when separate but
whole when woven, and weaving our words,
we can exist on our own,
though I’d rather be knitted together,
a little amigurumi penguin and a pensive raven
in this make-believe land of ours.
she is the rationale,
I am the fiery child,
she is my guarder, at times,
oft does she carry the light,
she attends and brightens my shadow.
walking similar paths before even having met,
our trails melded with the firm blows we felt from
hearing similar tales.
each punch was a sign in our eyes, our mouths,
a truthful force felt, with immediacy I knew:
this girl was meant to be in my life.
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