The same volcano that drives and colours my sister’s
angry behaviour also simmer in me, upset by the same
things I only react differently: becoming depressed
while she turns into a fighter; I withdraw trying
to become invisible, dwelling upon the causes of
my feelings and making plans to deal with them
Minimising my exposure, trying to keep my loved
ones happy and content - going underground when
an event drives my colleagues mad, applying salve
to wounds found in people around me, switching to
the vibrations we can enjoy together, I leave when
others indulge in things to which I cannot relate
While my sister is set alight, puts up a fight,
often breaking things - I wish could mend
them for her - but she won’t let me…
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