I have sisters I hardly see:

The connection is not strong,

As I would like it to be:

Sisters I never knew much

Who does not give of themselves

Like I would like them to be

Who does not visit me:

My sisters text and call, in their own timing,

Sometimes in their own curiosity:

Sometimes to gloat, in my struggle,

They seeks out what is bothering me:

They laugh when I say, “You don’t love me!”

They finds it silly, when I am hurt,

When I feel punish by humanity:

“Be Strong!” I can hear my sisters say to me:

They tells me I deserve to be happy,

But I do not believe the words, that is say to me,

Their body language and lack of warmth,

Shows, their transparency:

With a chuckle, my sisters sometimes smiles,

Behind the telephone line, I can see,

And say, “good for you!” Enjoy your time,

With those, you think is on your side

That you call, your great family:

Still, I hope the bond will be greater,

Kinder, loving, that we both, can feel,

And all the pain, stress, subside,

From my sisters and I,

And know that we are a family,

and that we are all free!

Empress Journee