Who once would mirror my every call.
My dreams were hers, her heart was mine,
She followed close, step in line.
I was her shield, her wiser hand,
The tallest tree where she would stand.
But storms would come, and I would break,
My mind, my will, a heart’s ache.
I dropped my books, lost in the dark,
While shadows dimmed her once, bright spark.
Yet never once did she retreat,
She built her strength beneath defeat.
I miss her tears, her gentle cries,
Her need for me, her seeking eyes.
But now she stands, unbowed, unshaken,
A fierce new flame from what was taken.
The tables turned, I learned to rise,
Chasing dreams I saw in her eyes.
She passed the boards, her victory song,
Yet somehow made me feel more strong.
We cut the chains our bloodline bore,
We break the curses at the core.
I miss your weakness, sister dear,
But love your strength, it pulled me near.
Fly high, my heart, yet stay you close,
The one who fell, who now arose.
Your wings remind me, evermore,
I miss your weakness…
but love your strength more.
