My Sister

by Crystal Marquez

 

 

My sister

My poor sister

Though pictures

I couldn’t

And wouldn’t

want to see your pain

Hearing stories of you

going and leaving rehab

Wondering why you would give yourself

Scars on your arms

Hoping one day the alarms

Would ring and you could

Wake up to reality

But only being so hard

The secrets in the your art

Confuse my heart

My mind wonders like crazy

“Why would you give yourself scars?”

Wondering how you could let yourself go

Figuring out how not to let myself go….