Not by our own device or choice
We are brought into this world.
A soul; a being genetically linked to others.
But separate. Is there love?
Siblings; sparring partners, and best friends
The winds govern the day.
Years of hate, forgotten graveside.
We share one life. A twist of fate,
held together by invisible bonds.
6 comments:
Wow, PtCakes...and you write poetry, too! The sentiment in this piece is raw and real. The words "forgotten graveside" struck a chord within me. Nice work.
Having grabbed my attention, could you tell us more? Who are the siblings? Why the hate?
Maybe it's the reporter in me. I'd like to know some specifics.
did you mean "sparring" instead of "sparing"?
Opps, I did. Thanks for catching it.
and did you mean "Oops" instead of "Opps"?
JK :)
OOPS! You're right! No wonder it's taken me six years to get this far in my book.
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