Hooves and Feathers: Patchwork Pony Poetry

by SecondPrances

Dearest Sister

When we were young, we were inseparable;
We laughed and played always together, in that way that children do.
Nothing at all could come between us for more than a day or two.
It was such trivial things that mattered the most.

and then we grew older
and the weight of the world was thrust upon us.
we didn't ask for the Sun and the Moon.
one day it simply was ours to bear
a responsibility both
great
and consuming

and then we grew apart

Your Night was always so beautiful.
Forlorn
Quiet in its majesty.
an art i never truly understood until too late to matter most

i did not see you when you were hurting
regrettable memories can only be thus
had i the opportunity again
it would not be so

Dearest Sister,
it burns hotter than my Sun
to know i have wronged you so
words cannot erase or undo what has been done
and on this terrible of days
it is i who has lost
for it is i who is the monster, Sister
for what i have done
i am not strong enough
to right my own wrongs

i saw pure hatred in your eyes
Dearest Sister
the same eyes
all those years ago
that begged
to sleep with me
on stormy nights
and when you needed me most
i wasn't there

i raise the sun

but my heart

this day

falls forever