by OPoet
it aches me so deeply that I’m writing this book today
but I know that my pain will resonate
in oh so many hearts, both tender and small
gently like the scent of roses in a hot summer night’s thrall
in mid-July’s embrace, where dreams alight
it’s not an easy book to read
it’s just as hard as leaving a warm hug after saying goodbye
it’s just as hard as seeing a deep friendship dissolve without a goodbye
but in the end
these poems will warm up your heart
like the air does when you open the oven and the scent of warm cinnamon rolls light up all of your parts
you’re holding my hand, feeling what I feel
when I went on a journey with a sister so real
after she told me about her wish to sway away
from life, as everything turned gray
in and around her garden, where dreams steal
it felt like nothing could ever make her gardens heal
in a dance of empathy, we both strived to ascend
running up that hill where hopes and fears blend
we exchanged our shoes, each other’s steps to feel
climbing towards understanding, emotions concealed
against life’s current, we refuse to simply bend
I could not let my sister want herself to end
© OPoet 2023-08-16