Hurricane

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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VJ

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

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  4. 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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