Sister

She sat there...broken!
Her eyes...barely open!
Cigarette, burning,
between her fingers,
with scarlet polish, chipped,
on her quivering hand!
How were we so different?
I just couldn't understand!
Yet, her palpable pain,
permeated my heart,
like fierce, flying arrows,
drawing blood, in the dark!

"Nakedness...is a delusion!
I feel clothed, with no clothes on!
This costume...I can't escape from!
Why I use it, for my pride?
And those men...they are so shallow!
Couldn't think, that I'd be more...
then to please, a sin, so carnal!
Put on earth, for just one chore!
And I let myself, believe it!
Twisted quills...within my soul!
Love...is what I run from!
Yet, I always long for more!"

My deaf ears...received!
My mouth...refused to speak!
Waterfalls, flowed down,
soaking my red cheeks.
We cried together, in
surprising unity!
Her clear expression of
men's indifference, to woman's
vulnerability,
revealed a hurtful wound,
purposely buried, in
a darkened part of me!