My Sister

All I hear is

talk talk talk

and the fault lies with

myself

for the simple fact that
the conclusion,

I never dealt,

at least

from the cards given to me.

It's like no matter

what comes into my peripheral

the shit doesn't matter

for my center is off.

My foundation is

like a quick sand

although I falsely try to

mimick the face of strength,

it lies far from current truths.

she died

She Died

SHE DIED.

under a armor of self

analyzing everything that

I truly affected,

She was one that got under my skin.

My love

who had so much love to give

and the heart to forgive

the trespasses

from people who should have been

closer to her heart.

My Sister,

my only sister

younger than

but wiser than

the masses.

Doubt is only found in

celebrating such a loss,

deriving only

in the corners of ones mind

in her soft

SOFT

voice.

"Boy, whats wrong with you,

you know our understanding,

we allowed each other

to be who we are

without the overwhelming

influence of family,

that's why we touch people,

we support each other, stop dwelling."

I now hear those words and realize

that kindred souls,

whether family or not

speak to one another,

and all you have to do is listen and your foundation will become apparent.