She's always there
My black sister - my depression
Your drugs suppress her
But her strength is great.
These chemicals you give me -
These white ethereal robes
Act as her cover,
Her disguise.
Society doesn't accept her
My black sister.
She's not happy - or sociable
She likes her own company
But she uses my white robes
To hide behind -
She is my fear of rejection
She must be kept out of sight
Out of mind...
Softly she speaks
To the back of that mind,
The mind that struggles
To overcome her
Wanting to cast her out
As much as she wishes
To cast out all her sadness
Concealed in those ethereal garments
Before they tear and her cover is blown...
Listen to her story
Take it from her
That she may no longer need
To enshroud herself in white and gold
Let her pour it out
In silver tears - glistening,
All that she personifies
So she may rest - in peace
And I may cast off the camouflage I keep
...For her benefit alone.
Author notes
Option 9
A contest entry
- Picture contest lots of options by Mingan Tzar Avarus.
425 points, ended April 17, 2007, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thank you for your entry and good luck in my contest.
~Corey~ -
You done an excellent job on this piece. I love how you describe her as the black sister, one that most people don't want to know. I love the second last verse, it's very powerful. Great job and best of luck in the contest.
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