Another lifetime ago
I was nine, and you were red, wrinkled
Like a monkey born shrieking.
You grew pixie-like, happy to tag along
On blue-sky days in the park,
Not knowing how much my friends and I
Longed for days without you.
You tell me
I was the smart one, the good child
Always ahead you say, in age, school, life.
Ahead and away from the home grown dank
Dark with the shadow of love gone awry.
You were left alone and adrift
Without blue-sky days
Stunted, mother-bound so tightly
With rage, bitterness, and love so deep
It swallowed you whole.
You emerged from the belly of the beast.
Swaddled by drugs and abuse
Only to be reborn again,
Clean and sober for five years
A miracle, my sister,
I am so proud of you.