Sisters Poems That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

We cry into each other’s shoulders, the grief seeping up raw and ugly between us, years of shared memories and lost futures collapsing into the space of a single, broken embrace. “I’m so sorry, B,” I choke out against her hair, my voice thick. “I didn’t mean to shut you out. I just... I didn’t know how to deal with it. How to survive it. I... I still don’t.” “I know,” she sobs quietly. “I don’t either.” We stand there like that for what feels like forever. Two sisters holding each other together with shaking arms and shattered hearts, trying to stitch ourselves back together with nothing but tears and the fragile, stubborn thread of love that somehow still remains.

I can’t tell anymore. “ Dustin, your sister is influenced by that Southern Bastard. She is not in her right mind! ” Mom hisses. I wipe my cheeks, but the tears just flow again, tracing my skin and dropping on the floor. I am crying—I have never cried. My knees feel weak. I can’t stand now. I crouch down and place my palm over my forehead. I don’t want to cry. I can’t— I… “ I am…sorry. ” The involuntary noises are leaving my mouth again. I don’t recognize them. But they sound like agony.

“Sister! Why are you so bent on slandering me? Why are you so-” April fell to the floor, tears streaming down her eyes. “The past few days have been hell for me since father’s untimely death, and mother’s insanity.” “I tried calling you for the longest time but you refused to pick my calls.” She wept, “Now you show up here and try to pin this on me? Why do you hate me so much, sister? What did I ever do?”

She should have thought of it immediately. Noticing her protégé’s embarrassment and feeling bad about her burst of temper, Freya apologized. “I’m not accustomed to working with other witches. Add that to the short fuse I’m still learning to keep under control and there you have it.” When Davina smiled her acceptance of Freya’s apology, the witch from dystopian times continued. “You and I are more alike than you realize. I too had a twin sister, born under the same circumstances.”

"You're right, Dad. Let's just forget about all the pain she caused us, let's ignore the fact that she embarrassed us when we least expected her to. Because she's been through so much, right? Well, what about what we've been through?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I continued, my voice trembling with emotion. "Do you remember all those nights when I cried myself to sleep, wondering why my own sister did something like that to us? Do you remember the loneliness, the heartache that I experienced because she chose to disgrace us?"

“Breathe. Just try to breathe. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” It wasn’t okay. It was spreading, the cold, hard feeling, cracking through me. The Blue Moon was laughing. I couldn’t fight it. The fight was gone. All that was left was the cold, and the crushing truth, and the warmth of the man holding me. A sob broke loose. Then another. Silent, shaking things I couldn’t control. Hot tears tracked through the damp on my cheeks. I cried for my sisters. For my parents. For the heart I traded away. For the time I didn’t have. I hadn’t cried in fifteen years.

But the fear lingered, whispering doubts and planting seeds of guilt within my mind. As the tears continued to fall, I realized that I was not only shedding tears for myself but also for my sister. I mourned the loss of her dreams and the shattered bond between us. I yearned for her to wake up, to find solace in knowing that I had fought against this marriage with every fiber of my being.

We have yet to bury Moren— and now we stand gathered around Elarion’s grave. “Light,” I call softly. “How are you?” But the silence holds still, too heavy to breathe through. I know I promised I wouldn’t cry again until this is over— but after losing my sister so suddenly, I no longer know how to stop. I lower myself beside the grave, laying flat against the earth. Tears run wild, soaking the soil until it feels as if I’ll melt into it forever. ☾ ✦ ☽ “Take me to Eira’s grave,” I say, lifting my head.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

She pressed frantic kisses over Daniela’s hair and forehead. “Oh my God… oh my God…” Both of them broke down crying. But her sister cried harder than before. It was the kind of cry that came from deep inside, a cry that only surfaced when someone you truly love was hurt. Between sobs, Daniela began telling her everything. Every trembling memory. Her sister listened without interrupting, holding her the entire time. Watching them stirred something deep inside me, a quiet ache. I looked at them and found myself wishing, just for a moment, that I had a sister too.