“I think of you as a brother,” SHE says
The words-like a spell-unlocked FEAR
Which attacked my heart relentlessly
To the point where I have now died my first death
I am dead inside
My heart bleeds profusely til the blood is no more
MY FEAR has taken solid form
And now exists to torture me
“I think of you not as a sister,
But something much more than that,”
I wish to say, but
My heart’s voice is being strangled
Did I speak far too soon?
Or did I speak far too late?
Did I release myself too quickly
Resulting in not relief, but the emptiness I feel now?
The Hurricane of Tragedy has broken
The Levees of my heart
Which suppressed my innermost emotions
Now the light which should guide me
To safe ground, has been Relinquished
And through the dark I must move alone