Hello, if you have been following me you know that I’ve had a bit of writers block these past weeks. I started classes again so this should help me back in the groove of writing. In the mean time I’ve been working on my poetry. Here’s an old one that I did, and used this time to fix it up.
Would I have been so moved for your sister.
Would I have stayed by her side, through day and night?
And stand my ground against the black storm; the fiery blaze that raged through her.
Would I have wanted to save her insides.
And feared for her safety?
I always thought I hated her, and wouldn’t have missed her.
It’s surprising to me,
watching through this screen, your beauty through the dark haze.
I stand here watching you coughing up black, spitting up red hot phlegm
Hoping those around you make it through these uncertain days.
Will those tireless people be praised for fighting beside you?
Will they be praised – or will they be insulted?
Like I should be for always saying I would leave her, your sister, to stew.
I thought our time together was a lie.
Something I thought I wanted, but in the end I didn’t care for.
So why did seeing you,
you so much like your sister,
cause a part of me to cry.
Why then, when the haze was gone
did I look at you,
you so much like your sister –
and saw you almost more beautiful than before.
Would I then have given it my all too?
Not just my job, but my duty, to save her.
After all it was her compartments that I called home,
And it would have been her due from her raider.
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