Siblings

Siblings
I am standing
at a crossroad;

the sky a picture
perfect portrait, 

interrupted. 

We are scattered,
leaves in the fall,
insignificant, dead,
to ourselves, the world.

Our spines are brittle and broken
from the weight we carry.
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7 thoughts on “Siblings

  1. Taking a snapshot and heading in this direction is fascinating Sarah. You could be talking about me when you talk about being weighed down so heavily. Lovely to see you working in here again after your brush with doctors 🙂

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