Love does not end when siblings fight
It grows from pain, then hides from sight
As dried up laughter fills the cracks
From bitter words that weren’t held back
And endless pride trumps over right.
A sibling's love is tangled tight
By tattered thoughts prone to ignite
From heated words - restraint they lack.
Love does not end …
The feelings weave with subtle might
They spring from dreams that fill the night
To hush the cries and dry tear tracks
To heal the wounds from each attack
Then pain will dim as hope grows bright.
Love does not end …
-
Alison
Pieces of my life through words and photographs - and maybe a bit of poetry.
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