Sisters Our lives began at the same moment, As nature was awakening from the winter; Flowers blooming and trees budding. Stretching their bodies to the beaming sun.
Our
first
Was
separated by only nine minutes.
glimpse of the outside world.
We were womb mates
in the
beginning,
What what are we now? Just sisters? When we were young and life so simple. The bond between us was strong; by and
But
as the years slipped
The
thick rope thinned to a single thread.
Able
to
break
at
difficulties arose.
any second.
One of us has always fought more than the other. To be seen as an individual— Not just half of a single being. Though we are mirror images on the outside. If
one takes the time
to search the inside.
Past the identical eyes, hair, and smile,
They
will find
one fighting for her independence,
But the other hanging onto a stereotypical dream. We have always and will always love each other. But
in
my mind we
have a
sister
bond-
Not a twin bond— for no such thing
Ireland Burch
exists.
