Poetry About Sisterhood の小説・ストーリー

Instead, I only felt empty, scooped hollow with loss. Lea's compassion enveloped me as I knelt broken amidst the remnants of our shattered sisterhood. No wisdom or reassurance could erase this pain. But she grieved with me, for the friend we both loved who had been consumed from within. This was no ordinary rivalry, but a sickness of spirit far more ruinous. I hugged myself and cried for the whole night.

We would uncover the truth, protect our family, and fulfil our father's mission with unwavering determination. As we gathered and prepared to escape the warehouse, I whispered words of strength and encouragement to Veronica. We would reclaim our lives, united in our purpose, and face the darkness with unwavering resolve. The bond between sisters, forged through the fires of adversity, would guide us through the treacherous journey that awaited. With my arm tightly around Veronica, we stepped out of the foreboding warehouse and into the unknown, ready to confront our destiny and bring light to the shadows that had plagued our lives. Together, as sisters, we would rise above the darkness and r

My sister Sarah poisoned me. Now, I'm back where it all began five years ago: the day we chose our mates. “I choose Liam! I want the Alpha of the Alder Pack!” My eyes shot open. A ghost of a pain stabbed through my heart. Liam. Twisting a silver knife in my chest. But there was no blood, no cold altar. I wasn't dead. I was back. Thrown back five years to the Mating Ceremony. In the center of the great hall, my sister Sarah was clinging to Alpha Liam’s arm like he was a priceless treasure.

There is a saying that goes: {Our parents leave us early, and our guardians and spouse respond to us late but, our siblings are the only ones who stay by our side.} A statement similar to this one was displayed for the two sisters. Even though their mother had left them and gone somewhere, these two sisters were the wall and roofs remaining for each other. Thou, both were arguing among themselves however, tears, a symbol of flowing sadness, cooled down their rage of ignorance among them.

Girly things. I once wrote a poem for Rene's sixteenth birthday and she pasted it on her wall. The poem is still there, she says it's the most beautiful poem anyone has ever written to her. It's the only poem anyone has ever written to her. Like most sisters, we also fight and argue and we don't need to apologize to one another to be besties again. Being among a book club with girls is one thing but being with Rene is another, she gets me and she hypes me up. She might be annoying at times but she's still my sister.

The woman squeezed my hand reprovingly. "Oh child, the shields we cling to for safety can also cage our hearts if we're not mindful. Your brother sounds a complicated man. But a family's love can weather any storm if you choose to seek the light." I mulled her poetic words as she began chatting more lightheartedly about her grandchildren and hopes for their bright futures. Her obvious pride and devotion made me wistful for the simpler relationship we siblings once shared before time and tragedy had hardened us both. I missed Ryder's rare boyish smiles and playful teasing those long years ago.

“But they don’t get to define who we are. We do. And from now on, you’re not alone in this. You’ve got me, you’ve got my family. And that’s what matters.” My sister may be a lot of things. A girl whose father sold her twice to protect himself, a wife who turns a blind eye to her husband's dealings simply because she loved that man more than life itself and a mother who will kill to protect her children if the need ever arises but I don't think I've ever seen her in this role.

It is worth it to love a sister so dearly. The End!

I continue, my gaze skipping over faces I know. “But sometimes happily ever after is a house you build to your own measurements.” I lift my glass. “To my parents, who let me make messes and then stood by me. To my brother, the human breakwater. To my ridiculously talented sisters… may your filters be merciful.” “To Haylee, my general.” I raise my glass. “Sisters before Misters Always.” “To my team… Alex, Rosa, Tom, Leo, Imani, Carmen, Jules. And to all of you who came to witness a woman choosing herself.”