This is not common joy.
This is common pain.
This is not sunshine.
This is common rain.
I need to escape to a place filled with an array of flowers.
Meet me when you get there where rainbows fade into the stars.
Meet me in the common place where people tend to cry.
This is not a happy moment.
This is common misery.
I didn’t always like talking to her,
But it hurts that now she is not talking to me.
I guess it’s just life.
But is that really common for sisters not to talk?
I need to escape to a place filled with an array of flowers.
Meet me when you get there where rainbows fade into the stars.
Meet me in the common place where people tend to cry.
Maybe soon this will pass me by.
Author notes
She did send me a funny joke in an email. So that's something.
How do you feel after reading this?
Comments
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HEARTFELT!!!!!
Never easy when siblings don't speak to you for reasons unknown to you, it preys on ones heart and mind.
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sisters, can't live with them, can't stop loving them, can't kill them. you poem has such a true ring to it. great write.
You have been acknowledged.
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YOU HAVE BEEN ACKNOWLEDGED
Congrats on winning
this week to be acknowledged.
with this awesome poem
penned so well
hugs Angel♥
well penned
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I don't know...
I have the same problem with my older brother and sister. We didn't share the same circles of friends and we were two years apart each, so I believe we carried that separation into adulthood. Now older, that's not really a good thing.
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