Dear Sister Mine – Poetry Prompt #14

Dear Sister mine,
I wonder how you are.
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen you,
I’ve forgotten who you are.
Dear Sister mine,
I often find
I don’t know where I am.
I’m lost at home
And wonder where’s the jam?
Dear Sister mine,
My thoughts are gone,
I never know what’s next.
With memories shifting place
Nothing remains the shape.
Dear Sister mine,
I miss you so,
When will you come by next?
The days are long
While you are gone
And I am here alone.
Dear Sister mine,
This letter is long,
I must end it now soon.
Without you here
I’ll disappear
And see you ne’er again.
Dear Sister mine,
This is the end,
I have no more to give.
I’ve lost all I had
Without you near.
Goodbye, my darling dear.

Written for this week’s WeDrink Poetry Prompt:

This is also a letter from Comet to her sister Star before Comet is sent away.



Where would I be today if not for you?

Lost and alone,
I don’t know where to go.
Afraid and uncertain,
I don’t recognize anyone around.
Afraid and uncertain,
I don’t know who you are.
Here and there,
Why am I confused?
Here and there,
I’ll learn it all again.
Recovering and resting,
I feel safe enough to sleep.
Recovering and resting,
I’ll learn it as I go.

Women Being Awesome

More than once, you wondered what you were thinking.
Of all the decisions in life, you probably thought this was the most sane.
Taking care of 8+ children, not all of them yours, every day it seems.
Happy and sad and terrified in equal measure, this was a normal day for you.
Ever stating you’d rather hear the ‘gosh-awful truth than a pretty lie.’
Really, you were the best thing to ever happen to me.
Where would I be if not for you?
Siblings are supposed to help you build yourself up,
I can certainly see that you took this to heart.
Systems in place have been changed at the drop of a hat, when needed.
Too many of you to thank one at a time, because all five are too awesome.
Even when I don’t know who you are, you make me feel safe.
Reality’s something we face together.

I’d be all alone and lost to the world.

Written on behalf of the awesome women in my life who help me keep my head on straight. (Which is a little harder at times than most people would understand.)

Also for this week’s Dungeon Prompt:

To Begin After An End

It had been so long since she’d seen her sister. In a way her sister was no longer the littler sister, but the bigger one simply because she had sealed her own abilities and allowed her body to grow at a more ‘natural’ rate. It wasn’t a natural rate for their kind, but it was a natural rate for the sentient life forms that they had grown up around.

Comet had always wanted a different life from the one they had been born to lead. Star had come to accept this and had mourned with her sister when it became apparent that Comet would never be able to do so.

That had all changed when the Final War, the Galactic War was over. Comet had been broken in a way that many did not survive. If the sisters had not been built the way that they had then it was likely that Comet would have lost her physical life and been nothing more than cosmic dust floating through the universe in several billion little pieces. But Comet hadn’t, she had survived even if she would never be able to completely live as the Guardian that she had been before the War.

Star had spent untold decades, maybe even centuries, looking for anything that might help her sister. She didn’t really pay all that much attention to how long it took her to find what little she could and then fashion the rest of the way by herself and what little any of the others could help with. In the end, it had taken too long in order to restore her sister to any kind of healthy state and nothing anyone said would convince her otherwise.

It would have gone perfectly, she would have had her sister back if there hadn’t been a sacrifice required at the end.

She would have to send her sister somewhere else. To a place where Star would never be allowed to go save for dire circumstances and even then it was a close call.

There was no decision to be made even with her Queen’s sad and gentle eyes looking down at her.

“If it will save Comet and allow her to actually live, my Queen, then there is no choice to be made.”

Written for last week’s FreeWriteFriday prompt as this is what came to mind.

This is an ongoing story written from different perspectives at different points so this isn’t the end unless you want it to be.