I watch them laugh, a world apart,
A bond they share, a single heart.
Their secrets whispered soft and low,
In spaces where I cannot go.
Once I was the guide, the light,
Their older sister, strong and bright.
But now I stand, a step away,
An outsider in their endless play.
I feel the distance, sharp and clear,
Their closeness growing year by year.
I long to join, to share their glee,
But something holds them back from me.
Perhaps they think I wouldn't care,
That I've outgrown what they now share.
But deep inside, I feel the sting—
The loss of being in their ring.
I love them still, with all my might,
But it's a lonely kind of light.
To watch them form a world their own,
While I remain a little grown.
I hope one day they'll let me in,
To bridge the gap, to start again.
For though I'm left out, here I'll stay,
Their sister, always, come what may.
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PoetryShe was heartbroken, instead of the revenge she wrote, she wrote like no one else ever did, every feeling, every sense of discomfort, every thought, was written down, in every book corner, every piece of paper, every napkin, knowing that all of them...
