Poetry On Sisterhood Novels & Stories

I wasn't their sister, not by blood, not by law, not by any bond I couldn't break if I wanted to. Whatever came next would be my choice. And for the first time in twenty-one years, I was the one holding all the cards.

Our parents had always treasured her while neglecting me—just like now, as our mother thought about Joey's choice for just a brief moment before nodding in agreement. "Fine. I'll trust you on this, since you're always so smart, unlike your foolish sister." Sion's reaction remained hidden behind his mask. However, although he acted like he wasn't listening, he put the money on the counter and dragged my sister out of the building—just like he did with me in our last life. On the other hand, I was taken in the opposite direction by Yoran. Even as we left, the smug smile on Joey's face was stuck in my mind.

Upon opening my eyes, I spotted my older sister, Marissa Lipton, fiddling with my phone. Unlike in my previous life, where she immediately began shouting at me, her brows were furrowed as she took out her own phone. It looked like she was jotting something down. Immediately, I understood that she had been reborn along with me, back to the moment she discovered that I had been dating someone online. In our last life, she hadn't wasted any time before tattling to our parents about it. She claimed that I had gone down the wrong path and was cheating on my fiance behind his back.

"It was a lot of words, and they kept blurring together so I just decided to go to bed and wing the whole meeting." Zypher shook her head at me even though she was smiling. "I understand you. I suffered that when I was still leaving with 'the sisters'. I had to read up on files for upcoming missions. It was hectic." "Sisters? You sound like a bunch of witches or something like that. Do you guys have like a sisterhood of some sorts?" "Yeah. It's a sisterhood for abused women who went through a lot." That piqued my interest. "Explain to me how everything works."

It was because of this email that I learned about all the struggles my family had gone through over the past year. [Back then, we always said you were the strong one and that you could handle anything. Daphne was delicate; she needed looking after. So we gave her everything. We gave her all our attention and money, forgetting that you were our child too. We forgot that you also needed to be loved, and to be supported. [You must’ve felt so heartbroken on that day you saw your sister’s post. I’m only now starting to understand. It took me this long. And now it’s too late.

You don’t make me smaller, You don’t dim to let me shine. You stand beside me, shoulders strong, And somehow we both rise. They see the kindness in your smile, The brilliance in your mind. They don’t see the ancient instinct, That walks a step behind. You laugh with me in daylight, You guard me in the night. Soft as falling feathers, Fierce when all's not right. I’ve never had someone stay, Without wanting something more. But you stayed because you chose me, That’s what sisters are for.

We shared the closest bond life had to offer. "Cara, do you think mother would be proud of you for this?" I had to point out, sniffing at the demon my sister had become. "I don't care about what she thinks, especially not now." She rolled her eyes and creased her arms across her chest, ignoring the memories we had shared since life had begun. "You are letting all of this happen, over a man?" I shook my head pitifully at my sister. She seemed to have lost the person she was all because of someone who was probably resting in bed at the moment

[Some people are too busy living it up to care about their own sister. Attached was a photo of garbage strewn all over her place. It looked like Silvia was not having such a blast without me. I wondered if her dreams of living the high life were slipping away. I chuckled and hit 'like' on her post. She was clearly trying to guilt-trip me, airing her grievances in a roundabout way. Silvia always played the family card, expecting me to come to her rescue. I might have fallen for it once, but at this point? It just made me laugh.

Mommy, thank you, thank you, thank you." I take them both in my arms, I hold them against me, I hold them the way you hold your children, your life, your heart, your soul, everything you have, everything you are, everything you will be, and I cry, I cry all the tears I haven't cried, all the tears I've held back, all the tears I've kept for myself, for my fears, my doubts, my angers, my vengeances, my lies, my secrets, my crimes, and I tell myself that this is it, family, it's not blood, it's not papers, it's not lies, it's those who stay, those who hold on, those who love, those who don't leave, those who don't flee, those who don't betray, those who are there, always there, no matter what

If I had my way, she’d be six feet, rotting with maggots, and burning in the depths of hell. But that was the problem, I couldn't, and for a swift second, I hated my parents for birthing this parasite. Because as much as I wanted to hate her, the stupid bond tethering us as sisters had me feeling nothing. No hate, no love, just a title— Sister. She poisoned me, they both scarred me, yet my soul chose Kai as its prey. Swirling him in ink, and drowning her in memories of family dinners, shared rooms, and girlish secrets.