Pain builds her walls around me,
protecting herself. Guilt wishes
she had just awoken sooner,
been able to stop her sister. Resentment
hates what the other two have done
to her, tries to knock down
what pain has built, but she sees
the other two
crumbling, can’t help
but hold them up. They move
together, one dark cloud swirling.
I have learned this dance. I am turning,
trying to change the steps,
but their gravity is too much.
back into time,
bound to these fated moves.
The sisters are nowhere in sight.
But I have learned well,