A Fighting Sisterhood

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 I built the walls with promises I trusted,

Each stone a whispered hope, a shared belief.

I called my fear devotion, so adjusted

My view to see a world without much grief.


I called compliance care, a gentle hand,

And thought if we just huddled, shoulder tight,

We’d weather storms and always understand,

That closeness would somehow make everything right.


But I didn’t see the fractures forming there,

The subtle shifts, the silent, growing cracks.

I was too busy building, lost in air,

To notice trust was bending, then it snaps.


I said we like it meant a common fight,

A unity of purpose, shining bright.

Like saying it would make us brave and true,

Like words alone could see our visions through.


But some stood still, their faces etched with doubt,

While I stepped bravely into raging fire.

They called it strength to watch me figure out

The paths alone, fulfilling my desire.


Beneath the talks of unity and power,

A different game was quietly at play.

Lived quiet contests, like a hidden flower,

Where measured looks held judgments, day by day.


There was blame disguised as gentle, guiding talk,

And whispers meant to subtly undermine.

No hands reached out when loyalty took a walk

On treacherous ground, on a dangerous line.


No voices spoke my name without the shame

Of failing, faltering, or being wrong.

They watched my struggles, playing out the game

Of seeing how far I could push along.


I learned too late that bonds are not declared,

They're forged in heat, in hardship, and in pain.

They’re proven when it’s dangerous, unprepared,

To stay beside you, through the pouring rain.


A sister stands beside you when you’re spared

Nothing at all, no kindness, no relief,

And still won’t turn away, completely bared,

To share your burden, and to ease your grief.


So I release the circles built on air,

The hollow vows that echo in the breeze.

The comfort dressed as brave, a gilded snare,

That kept me trapped beneath deceptive trees.


I’m done mistaking closeness for the care

Of sisters who will fight me, tooth and nail,

To make me stronger, help me understand and dare

To see my own true worth, and never fail.


I seek the sisterhood that challenges,

That pushes me to grow beyond my fear.

The kind of love that heals and truly blesses,

And holds me close, when the ending's near.


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