Divided Asunder~

♥ For my beloved sister Lee ♥

Whilst you were vibrantly breathing, 

they'd make remarks, we looked so alike

I was naturally delighted,

 since you were much younger than me

You were still too silly a girl

to realize...how fickle fate can be 

'you' wanted to appear older, 

so it suited us both fine...

I relish over these memories

You're gone, I no longer see my reflection,

as though part of me has been removed...

I wonder if you realize what you've done,

 splitting us in two, sisters torn apart

I'm still the one alive, so to speak

taking up space, trying to breathe the air,

although I know you'd want me to thrive...

it's so hard without you here by my side

Your butterfly spirit still dwells giving me strength

 more than time and space has come between us...

I'd much rather people were comparing us still,

that our laugh was identical and they couldn't tell us apart

Still pick up the phone to hear your saved messages

I overheard someone speak of you the other day

'which, the one 'still living' on Lindsley?'  they had no clue

that breath means nothing when you're divided asunder

Author's Note

Reviews

[Cassie]

Your sister is so pretty, and she does look like you a lot. I don't want to use the word "was" coz she still lives within you, her spirit is with you, and this is seen in this poem. This is a very good tribute to her. May she continually rest in peace.

[Frieda P]

She was a beautiful person inside and out, thanks so much for your kind words Cassie. x

[Einstein Noodle]

oh dear Frieda ... your poem and loss has brought me to tears in this very cold room of my computer... you are so precious ... i adore this ...your poem...and you... God and healing peace be with you...
E.

[Frieda P]

You've touched my heart dear E, thanks so very much. x

[Coyote Poetry]

"Your butterfly spirit still dwells giving me strength
more than time and space has come between us..."
I have lost five brothers to violence and drugs. I remember the good days. I tried to forget the bad days. But the bad days are rebirth. Three brothers left babies wanting to know of their fathers today. We remember the people we loved and missed. Thank you for the poem. We need to remember the laughter and the good times.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

You know loss well Coyote, I don't think I could deal the way you do, takes a lot of fortitude to keep it all together, thanks for sharing your thoughts with me.

[kublakhan27]

My dear Frieda, my heart sinks when I know you're hurting in this way. The first time I saw her picture, I thought it was you...I don't think I've ever mentioned that before. You're a beautiful woman, as was your sister, and even though you may not hear it as much, it doesn't cancel out all the times you've heard it in the past. I know my situation is a lot different, but when it comes to my father, people are visibly reluctant to bring him up with me in person, as I was always cited as the one in the family that closely resembled him in a number of manners. It's obvious that people are always worried about saying the wrong thing at the risk of making me feel bad. Perhaps that is the case for you as well. I'm also hesitant to talk of you in spiritual terms as well when it comes to her, but I believe with all my heart that there is always a piece of her with you. I've had enough moments in the time following dad's death to believe in such a phenomenon whole-heartedly. I could elaborate but I don't want to infringe on your own philosophies which I know you have. But I do urge you to have faith that she's never far away as she may feel. You've offered up an astoundingly moving piece here, as you always do when it comes to here. There is clearly a lot of you in it, but you express yourself in a way that make us all relate. Overhearing things are the only time things are painful for me...I'd much rather people just talked to me cuz I love to hear their memories of him as well. But when all is said and done, we must cope in our own personal ways. In the case of you and I, our writing is our therapy. Your work would be more therapeutic me if not for my knowledge of your own hurt. But you know who your friends are, and you know we're always here no matter what, whether it's to talk, or to read the feelings you relay in your poetry. Much love to you my friend, and you know my heart is always with you...xoxo

[Frieda P]

I know you can relate to this pain and loss Steve, your words are always a great comfort to me my friend. After suicide it's nearly taboo to speak of it or her for that matter, I have to keep her sweet memory alive, she was so vibrant, the only thing I can do now....thanks so much. xo

[>.]

This is so incredibly heartbreaking.. It's not only the loss of someone so close but the loss of oneself when we lose someone who means the most. I could see all the emotion. It's like the poet speaks about only one person in this poem, two sisters one soul, divided apart by an unfortunate event. It's hard to live on without the other half what makes one whole. Beyond touching, beautiful and I'm sorry for your loss. You've definitely got a Guardian Angel, i'd like to hear about the fun times and good stories you shared some day through your poetry :)

[Frieda P]

Exactly, when you lose someone a little part of your heart dies with them, thanks so much for your lovely words, much appreciated.

[Jack...]

My sweet friend, my heart is broken into a million pieces as I read this poem today and I imagine your heart as well lying in pieces upon the floor. My eyes hold tears for only you and even though I know that doesn't really help, it is all I can do. You know how I feel, you know that if there were anything I could do to ease your pain I would, without hesitation. These loses take us with them, little parts of us disenegrate as each day passes, but Frieda, my dear friend, you are an amazing woman. Your talent is beyond belief. You bring so much joy to so many around here everyday, your make us feel and think and question, and that my friend is something that should paint your smile, at least a little. Your soul is so very pure and even in its shattered state, your heart is immense. You care deeply and you are always there when someone here needs you.

Time they say heals all wounds, I just pray that there is enough of it to heal your wounds.

I realize that nothing I can say will ever bring your sister back to you, but please know, her spirit lives on in you and you share that spirit with us everyday.

Your poem has ripped every anguished tear from my eyes that they can produce today. It was beautiful, tender, sad, sharing and as always amazing.

[Frieda P]

Your sentiments touch my heart Jack, thanks always for your continued support, I can't thank you enough....Whoever said time heals, didn't know what they were talking about, just makes that empty void loom larger. I'm sure Lee is smiling at all these lovely words written. I hope so anyway....x

[Jack...]

I know she is....

[Frieda P]

♥♥

[redflutterby]

I dont really think I could say anything that would do this piece justice. I'm without breath and teary eyed...my heart hurts as well. This is so sad but also beautiful...x

[Frieda P]

Really nothing anyone can say Red, your support and friendship are indeed enough, thanks so much my friend. x

[s y e]

Ah Frieda, you own my tears right now. I know how much you loved her and how much losing her has taken a piece of you with her. She is a beautiful soul and you're keeping her memory alive - you always will. This poem has me in tears, like I said at the beginning.

And like I always tell you, she is your guardian Angel, watching over you, guiding you and loving you forever and always. I know she is extremely proud of the stunning, strong woman you are. This poem is heart wrenching but beautiful.

Frieda I'm at a loss, you know I love you and I'm here for you. I'm sending all my love and hugs to you. xoxo

[Frieda P]

Thanks sweetie, some days it just hits me, and time hardly heals as they claim, just makes the distance wider. Always appreciate you my dear friend. xo

[Sami Khalil]

"Your butterfly spirit still dwells giving me strength

more than time and space has come between us...

I'd much rather people were comparing us still,

that our laugh was identical and they couldn't tell us apart"

There are those people that unite with our souls to the point if death takes them away we are still united with them in the spirit. There are those saved messages that will never be deleted. There are those fickle fates that seem unjust for many. And there is a great poem to pay tribute to a beloved sister...A very sad and wonderful poem...:(...............

[Frieda P]

Thank you for your wonderful words Sami, much appreciated. Still united in spirit yes, but a huge void exists.

[Sami Khalil]

I understand...You are welcome...:)...................

[Giggling Star]

Ahh Frieda ... so so very sorry. I, too lost a sister many years ago now. The song, of course, is perfect. One of my all time favorites - I have 3 different versions of it saved on my IPod. It's an absolutely perfect tribute to your sister. I'm hugging you in my heart.

[Frieda P]

My heart goes out to you also stargazer, yes, the song tugs at my heartstrings, some days her presence is more vibrant than others. Thanks so much my friend.

[Giggling Star]

I know just what you mean.