Broken ( To My Precious Sister)

Family relationships

Broken

I turned my spirit into a judge
As if I ever had a right
Annoyed by the sister
I love
By her obsession
Depression
Brokenness

Then realization of her broken heart
Hit me right in my heart
Causing copious tears to
Stream over my face
Over her plight

It’s so easy in my blindness
To cover my own darkness
Hidden in an ivory tower
Of my own self righteousness
To cast aspersions on others

I only see her cracks and gaping holes
Her ostentatious wounds
Not the reason for them
Will I ever grow enough to stop

I do not possess the wisdom
Or spiritual sutures to heal them
Hell I can’t fix mine

To really listen with soul
To what they are saying
In between
To reach out
Hands and mind open
In comfort and hope
And offer my joy as a balm

Do I have to keep retreading these ruts
In my mind
Or can maturity and years of
Loss
Seeing the fragility of my ego
Change that judgement
To empathy
Instead of forgetting my own brokenness and focusing
On theirs