Where Do We Stand?

For my sister...

These tears aren’t shed for no one,

and they do not fall for anyone.

My tear stained shirt only holds half of the story,

there is no evidence of an agonizing journey.

The birth of new life is meant as a glorious feat,

but when it’s life or death, who chooses your seat?

Blood holds us stronger, holding onto life.

But when I can’t help you, who’s controlling the knife?

A minor error in our rivalry schemes,

but it’s not only me that’s untying these seams.

A smile to mask a haunting burden,

when tears are staining your pillows all too often.

A hand to carry your delicate form.

How do I help if I’m battling my own storm?

Self-centered behavior, we’re both so naïve.

You’re fighting to stay, while I’m eager to leave.

Author's Note

It's short, I know, but whatever. This poem is about my older sister.

Reviews

[Que]

This is absolutely wonderful. At first when I read it I thought that yes, it was a little scrambled with the thoughts, but as you said, after knowing what it is really about it makes perfect sense - and the lines of the poem are truly beautiful.
The line that hit me the most was:
"My tear stained shirt only holds half of the story". Such great imagery.
Really sorry about what your sister (and you) is going through. Hope everything works out for the best.
Cheers..

[Jazique]

Nice job really not that short but, it was good even though sad and live the title and all the slightly rhetorical questions as well as descriptions. Anyways well done it was a very interesting poem about your older sister as the title proclaims "Where do you stand?"

[Little Birdie]

That's much alike my sister and me. She's grounded here, I'm more of a wanderer myself. I like this.

[paradise]

very interesting poem I love reading your poetry great job once again! :) keep em comin