My Sister, Josie
I seriously considered not saving this one, since things went so bad with Josie...but what the hell. It's still a beautiful definition of sisterhood. Again, guessing on a date.
My Sister.
A swirl of darkness to my light, a surge of joy in my depression. When I am alone she is by my side, when I am frightened she is my strength, when I am uncertain she gives me confidence. Like a boulder, she supports me through the storm, saves me when I would drown in the tempestial waves that are my life.
I have known her all my life, and yet only a few years. I have seen her change, seen her grow in spirit, seen her become calm, patient, commanding and wise. And as I tagged along, always one step behind her, she would stop and pull me forward, leading me through the rough spots, helping me grow so I could stop tagging along behind, and stand beside her.
She is my best friend. I know her secrets, her feelings, her humor, her wit. And she know mine. I know her faults and weaknesses, and would deny them and defend her till the end of time. To me, she is the most beautiful person on earth. We laugh, we cry, we fight, we love...together, always our cycles constantly churning and changing, yet always in syncopated rhythm with each other. I don't know how I'd face a day without this steel butterfly by my side, who can read me like a book, and see through my strongest masks.
Miles do not make us distant, or could years apart separate us. Like ivy to a tree, we cling to each other; kindred spirits, ying and yang. We finish each others thoughts, share each others private jokes. No one else on the planet sees the humor in washcloths, cigarettes, ice cream, hair curlers, and the word "mum" but Julie and I. No one else could share my chocolate frenzies from five states away, or even know that I want and need to share them.
Like two lost little girls we once were. We faced a new world - wide eyed, innocent, trusting. We were torn at and beaten, kicked in the teeth, ridiculed, jeered, mocked and abused. Now together we stand, our 'Mary Janes' and pig-tails abandoned for DKNY and layered, highlighted, hairstyles. We stand, confident and daunting, knowing we each would back the other to death. We stare down the world, daring it to try to rip us apart - secure in the knowledge that we are two halves of one whole, two pieces of one puzzle that join to make a fantastic and intimidating picture. Different as night and day, we are as alike as carbon copies.
The world may one day take our homes, our loves, our lives; but we will always have each other.
My Sister.
A swirl of darkness to my light, a surge of joy in my depression. When I am alone she is by my side, when I am frightened she is my strength, when I am uncertain she gives me confidence. Like a boulder, she supports me through the storm, saves me when I would drown in the tempestial waves that are my life.
I have known her all my life, and yet only a few years. I have seen her change, seen her grow in spirit, seen her become calm, patient, commanding and wise. And as I tagged along, always one step behind her, she would stop and pull me forward, leading me through the rough spots, helping me grow so I could stop tagging along behind, and stand beside her.
She is my best friend. I know her secrets, her feelings, her humor, her wit. And she know mine. I know her faults and weaknesses, and would deny them and defend her till the end of time. To me, she is the most beautiful person on earth. We laugh, we cry, we fight, we love...together, always our cycles constantly churning and changing, yet always in syncopated rhythm with each other. I don't know how I'd face a day without this steel butterfly by my side, who can read me like a book, and see through my strongest masks.
Miles do not make us distant, or could years apart separate us. Like ivy to a tree, we cling to each other; kindred spirits, ying and yang. We finish each others thoughts, share each others private jokes. No one else on the planet sees the humor in washcloths, cigarettes, ice cream, hair curlers, and the word "mum" but Julie and I. No one else could share my chocolate frenzies from five states away, or even know that I want and need to share them.
Like two lost little girls we once were. We faced a new world - wide eyed, innocent, trusting. We were torn at and beaten, kicked in the teeth, ridiculed, jeered, mocked and abused. Now together we stand, our 'Mary Janes' and pig-tails abandoned for DKNY and layered, highlighted, hairstyles. We stand, confident and daunting, knowing we each would back the other to death. We stare down the world, daring it to try to rip us apart - secure in the knowledge that we are two halves of one whole, two pieces of one puzzle that join to make a fantastic and intimidating picture. Different as night and day, we are as alike as carbon copies.
The world may one day take our homes, our loves, our lives; but we will always have each other.