Sister was a hurricane –
destruction her path

Tried to calm, encourage
but her core was damaged

Try to reach her now,
across death’s abyss

understand before
her legacy swallows me.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

25 thoughts on “Hurricane”

  1. powerful, my sister is a destructive tornado … knowingly 😦 She has no desire to face the harm she causes or try to change so I’ve stepped away since mothers death


  2. It’s never easy, to break ourselves away, from what’s already, too, deep into our psyche, our beings, it takes a lot of, self-awareness to know what causes us to react a certain way, and it takes even more energy to change, to not repeat thus same old, vicious, cycle.

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    1. Sorry Ron. My mother’s first husband kidnapped the boys (my sister’s twin) and I didn’t find out about them till one came back when I was 11. Families….

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