The Sibling

A poem of compassion

She’s beautiful, strong, and so very young
She’s hardly yet tasted life
but what she has had is sour and harsh
the trauma, it cuts like a knife

Alone, she’s left to shoulder the burden
To ensure her parents are OK
She buries her grief deep down inside
She tries to keep it at bay

Every once in a while, she toys with the idea
Of shamelessly letting it all go
but will there be anything left of her then
it’s a question; she’s sure she can’t know

So she goes through the days feeling vacant and cold
pretending to manage it all
The result of the effort is a massive bright soul
persistently trying to be small