a promenade of feeling

warrior

you could always spot her in a crowd
golden hues atop pearly cheekbones
astronomers wish they could capture a star
as bright as her
she adorned the spotlight
like the sun was made for the sole purpose
of basking her in honeydew embraces
averted stares on her bronzed skin
she always caught the wandering eyes of passing strangers
as if they were a swarm of butterflies
flying toward the net of her regal features

you didn't need perfect vision to know
she carried hurt so heavy that if lended
to mother earth for just one night
she'd surrender in defeat

in other words
my sister is a warrior
and only a fool would believe otherwise

-ken m 1/5/20

{sister,
even though I don't love you
in the way you expect to be loved,
that doesn't mean I don't love you.
you are a warrior not only for yourself
but for me, too
hopefully I can fight some battles for you instead one day
or at least by your side.
I don't want you to face these wars alone anymore}