When you arrive on this earth with a best friend waiting,
you become fearless, not from the strength of your will
but from the power of her love, belief and trust,
that is the power of an elder sister,
the pathfinder and wave-maker,
the one who bore the pain first,
opening paths and facing the unknown,
there to pull me forward, when I held back,
and push me back, when I rushed blindly,
for the gift of a sister, lies not in the warmth of her hand
but in the strength of her heart, in which she keeps those she cherishes.
AN: I haven’t posted for two days, and it made me consider what I wanted to do now that the 2016 challenge was over – I have been on a bit of auto-pilot with the poems – just in that I am trying to challenge myself to grow, learn and expand my horizons. I will be making some changes to the blog.