A Sisters Strength

A sister is a gift given to last

With a love that cannot be massed.

Through thick and thin,

Through darkness and light,

She will support you with all her might.

 

She has a strength that is unmatched,

But it’s all a front for what is unhatched.

She won’t show what burdens are carried,

Even if the weight leaves her buried.

 

My sister fights a battle of hope,

Down a turning, churning, slippery slope.

For hope in the world and hope in humankind,

That someday people will understand her

And the fate she did not sign.

 

An allergy is not something people can choose.

It is contract with death

Where your body is confused

By proteins in foods that you consume,

Not understanding that there is no doom.

 

A body attacking itself,

Like an unknown plague,

Itching and swelling that won’t go away.

Wheezing and heaving,

Fighting for a breath,

And here you get a glimpse of death.

 

People don’t understand,

And they don’t see,

They just think,

What about me?;

Why can’t I have this sandwich for lunch?,

It’s not like she’ll take a munch;

It can’t be that serious;

She won’t keel over;

Dead.

 

And all these thoughts;

These comments and quips,

Eat away at her weakening grip.

 

But she pushes on,

Each and everyday,

To prove what this allergy cannot take away.

It is the strength and resilience,

The love and hope.

These feeling that bloom like a heliotrope.

 

A flower so pure,

So dainty and fresh,

Teach me to be proud of my own flesh.

A pride so strong that no one can tear away,

Give me a reason for my faith to not stray.

To stay and fight,

To fight for what is right,

So that no one feels the pain of the snakes bite.

 

The lesson my sister has taught me is to be acceptant of others and the differences they share,

To care about others feeling,

To be kind and fair.

I look up to her,

My sister of course,

And the challenges she faces with such force.

She lets nothing tear her down,

Or steer her away,

And I want to live that way.

 

I love my sister,

To the ends of the Earth.

And I only hope that I can prove my worth,

Because my sister means so much that I cry

Anytime I think she may die.

She has taught me more than I might learn in school,

About how to love yourself and to not lose your cool.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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