Victoria

The comfort of your hugs, I longed for, Lying beside you, happy, safe and secure. A routine in homes, so common and true, Yet mine

The tale of a sibling This sibling— Not just any sibling, But the firstborn sibling. This sibling, Always in charge, Always knowing what to do,

I never wanted to be like him— Bitter, angry, cold, and grim. I never wanted to be like her— Fragile, lost, a prisoner. I never

I still feel the pain, Hard to stay sane, With memories that never go away. Day by day, The pain is born again. Whatever I

Under the harshful sun’s glare, They wander the streets with hopeless stares. With their legs bare and cursed their spirits frail, While they tell a

I stared as they ran, laughter so wild. They moved freely, unbridled, and agile. I put in every effort to follow, but my steps betrayed

I hate lines Vertical, horizontal, diagonal. I don’t draw them, Or stare at them, Or myself. I don’t swim, I don’t chill in a beach,

I sat on the hill behind our house, And from it, I could see Lake Kiva shimmering in the distance. And the line of trees

Childhood and Graveyards Intertwined. I knew death before I could crawl. For my father, eager to escape this life, Was gone long before I drew