Dear sister

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Here’s little poem I wrote quite quickly, about an encounter I had with my “Dear sister” yesterday, enjoy!

People need so little encouragement’

                                  – Jordon Peterson

As you came to me

As we sat on my bed

The cat and I looked at you

While you ask for a simple favour.

 

The request settled,

You asked without much consequence,

If I was feeling alright.

To which I replied… I am not.

 

Something happened today,

As it should often,

And now, I wish I knew

Who I was again.

 

You stood at the edge,

And indirectly,

You told me what you saw in me,

What I meant to you as a sister.

 

Your words as foundations blocks,

I built myself back up,

You made my evening a little brighter,

And for that I say thank you.

 

With love,

Little Owlegion

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Writing, I'm sure, is for many writers a clever trick to avoid having to bottle up troubled inner thoughts, by spewing and weaving them into properly formed prose, regardless how bad it sounds raw or with work. I've given up on writing for longer than I should have for the latter, and have gone back into the game for the former. I've gathered up my work through the years in poem collection and journals, in the hope I would one day have the courage to let them seep out into the world. And I've recently had to face the crushing pressure of university, rediscovering oneself in a world where so many are competing for a chance to shine, of finding meaning when one realises there is no great goal for life in this universe. Thus, here I share these antiquities of my childhood, juxtaposed to the challenges of my present as a young adult. In the hope of making someone's day a littl' brighter, Yours sincerely, Little Owlegion

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