For so long I’ve lifted you up,
and you 4 years younger than I.
Your erratic, dramatic, high energy life,
in prayer, I lifted you high.
You were like my little sister,
I had to convince you to stay alive.
When you truly needed me,
you knew I’d make the drive.
I got you through your suicidal years,
your making me constantly stress horribly.
You cry your tears, your complain so much,
but so small, so adorably.
You grew a little stronger, showed up for me too.
That I do appreciate.
Yet I knew you could not grow up to match me,
to give the way I reciprocate.
You are not so small anymore.
You have a man, a house, a car.
So my dear sister, would you drive for me?
It’s not so very far.
“Oh, no,” you say. “When this event is over.”
You surprised me. I think not.
This was the time you should be present.
You mustn’t know or maybe forgot
Everything in life I’ve done,
the choices, the paths I take.
For you, I would do anything.
I would bend and would not break.
You misconstrue my intentions,
elevate your feelings above my effort.
You sit clinically in your emotions,
for at being emotional, you’re expert.
Since I no longer have to care for you alone,
I leave you in his capable hands.
I want nothing else from you, girl.
I give you no demands.
Since you’re all grow up, you made new connects,
perhaps this one expired.
Let him deal with all your feelings.
Because honestly, I’m just too tired.
I will let you go, now.
Lean in to your relationship and life.
Before you walk out behind my back,
do not forget your knife.
