This piece is dedicated to my sisters, in both blood and spirit, who are learning to navigate and reconcile their journey through life.
You’re pulled left and right, up and down,
You twist and turn, and bend and snap.
You succumb to it all until you break,
Splintered to the core, shattered at the tips.
You lay fragile and wounded
Until your faint tremor,
Like the unsteady stance of a colt,
Becomes a force to be reckoned,
A mane tossed in the air, a gallop imprinted on earth.
Don’t be afraid to run and pause at your leisure,
To emanate truth as fire and ice,
And touch with a stroke that’s both tender and tough.
Don’t be afraid of the pull and the tug,
For both teach a side that previously hid from your eyes.
You’ll be pulled left and right, up and down,
You’ll twist and turn, and bend and snap.
You’ll succumb to it all until you say, “Enough!”
“For My Sisters” by Azul Serena