Unasked Sibling


“Unconceivable!”
“I cannot, might lose myself in the process”
“Do you really want it that bad?”
Whimpering, my five-year-old self denied
“No mother,” for I cannot bargain for more
Your life means much than an unconceivable sibling

My 18 year-old-self stepped up, for I were to join
The graduate charade
Far ahead of the disparaging herd of 18 somethings
I saw him, boggling through my mind, ‘twas mother’s
Umbilical cord that connected him to me
Atypical, for the had nots

Remove it, for why the transparency groans for clothes
For I, the 23 year-old-self with another 23 something
Called in to bare him my bare skin,
For I were his unclothed sibling
“If I were to touch you, was it to matter?”
For I, accommodate you for my petite one

Whimpering through the shadows of horror
Holding onto my 25-year-old self, I cover with my shame on

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