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Little Brother, Little Sister

Little Brother, Little Sister

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WpMetadataReadAbgeschlossene Geschichte Fr., Sep. 2, 2016<5 mins
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So this is just a single poem that was inspired by a vivid dream I had a few weeks back. I was in a room that looked to be half made for a boy and the other for a girl. A young girl was present and she was very happy to see me, but I didn't know who she was. Regardless of my puzzled look, she somehow understood and still was happy. She gave the brightest smile I have ever seen and decided that she wanted to play. We played for a while until she began to fade from existence. As she faded, I couldn't help but feel great sorrow for her leaving. It felt as if she was blood tied to me, yet her identity danced around my cognitive thinking. I woke up remembering old news that my siblings both died prematurely when I was younger. I knew about my brother but the second child's gender was unknown. Perhaps in my dream that was my sister, greeting me for the first time. It may be crazy but it seems a bit too personal to just be "another dream" to me. Well anyway, in honor of both of them. This poem is dedicated to their spirits being at rest; and to my mind finding some form of closure.
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The purpose of this poetry book is one of defiance. Not to others, or anything in particular. It is against the war we wage internally, against ourselves every day. There is no bigger challenge in life than facing your thoughts, your true emotions, your feelings when you lie alone at night by yourself, cornered. We tend to postpone them, shelf them, as we grow accustomed to our daily activities, never giving ourselves a chance to evaluate ourselves. Who are we? what do we lack? what do we need? In this book, I took it upon myself to air out all of my grievances, my intimate thoughts, my happiness, my disappointments, my sadness all out in the open, for all to see. I wanted to face it all. To stare my mortality dead in the eyes, and let the lingering stare sit, I wanted to simmer the feeling of weakness, of every single type of emotion, completely digest it, and let it manifest genuinely, reading it, again and again, perfecting it, again and again, until the feeling of pain subsides. I there is anything that I want you to take from this book, is time. Yes, just a word, time. It goes by, so have not regrets, and never leave something from saying. If you are looking for a sign to remind you, to tell you parents, brothers, sisters, daughters, grandparents, wives, friends you love them? This is it...

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