Karah's Poem

This is an ode to my twin sister who experienced childhood abuse. She's a survivor. She's my hero.

An entire box full of childhood
Full of pictures, laughter and bliss.
Something everyone deserves to miss.
2 years ago I began to look back on my twin sister’s smile, Something I had been searching for for a while
And I wondered what made him steal hers instead of mine. That is not okay. On what planet, does that seem fine?

Two years later, and the still question still remains.
But, my state of mind has changed.
I will never find her smile if I keep looking for answers that won’t ever come.

It’s time to forgive.
I cannot change the past,
But I can use my broken heart as ammunition to change the future. All the chipped pieces will go toward weapons
Against a hand that doesn’t know what its limits are,
A hand that thinks a soft touch can’t bruise.
No more bruising,
No more losing who we are
Because someone made us feel like who we are is not enough Unless they take and take and take.
I want to know how many minutes it takes for a girl to break.

Just a few.
But I also know it takes seven years for your entire body to be brand new.
You, sister,
Live in a body now that he has never laid a hand on.
When I look at you, I do not see what happened to you.
I see hands that heal and a heart that feels
So much compassion that I cannot even fathom the number of lives you have touched, The number of nights you have stared at your ceiling
Wondering how a world can be so simultaneously beautiful and awful.
But, you are awfully beautiful.

And I cling to the image of you one day breaking through the prison wall That was built by the hands of shame and hurt.
Let those walls fall facedown into the dirt.
Let them become part of this earth overtime.
Let yourself forget that they are there. You are here.
You are free,
And I believe that each of us,
Every set of eyes that meets this poem
Is here to take back the night that built each and every one of our prison walls. Whether your prison wall was built with good intentions and waiting for wanting it, Whether your prison walls are built with trying to muster the word no,
the word stop,
the words that you THOUGHT you had to say to make it not okay.
It was NEVER ok.

Sometimes, at night,
I wish I could fly to the closest shooting star.
We’d then be so far back in time you would not have to live through such trauma. You belong with the stars.
You shine so bright.
Your smile is so bright,
And it is so, so nice to see it again.

Author's Note

Trigger warning.

Reviews

[Zaliodir]

So sad...I enjoyed it though. It flows very nicely, but then I am a big fan of free poetry. It is heartfelt and intense and the comparison of a future self to a twin sister is quite intriguing. As if you suggest that the future person is only related to the present one, and not the same person. Very well done. =)

[sarah greene]

Um, I really do have a twin sister.. Idk what you're talking about

[wordman]

sad write,lost will,or innocence over someone else`s words