Fragile Bond of Sisterhood

Open oceans cannot stop these tides
Of grief, the trickle and splash of sorrow
Over-spilling rivers, bursting through sides
Of lakes with the constant ebb and flow,
Deceived by the duplicity of a cancerous
Two-faced moon. I believed that blood
Was thicker but you turned hazardous
And you broke the fragile bond of sisterhood.

The density of water, particularly the salty kind,
Allows me to float on the surface of my grief,
Washing the guilt away, clearing my murky mind,
Only my heart is still tossed like a leaf.

© Kim M. Russell, 2016



My response to Mindlovemisery’s MenageriePhoto Challenge #131 and linked to imaginary garden with real toads The Tuesday Platform

36 thoughts on “Fragile Bond of Sisterhood

    1. Thank you, Magaly, you’ve seen right through it! It’s linked to a poem I posted on 23rd July, called Pleiades. It’s a pain I’ve been carrying around with me for a few years now and every once in a while it slips out.


  1. Beautiful, yet so full of hurt — the sensual images you gave are heart-stopping, and unfortunately I think there are many women who will memories of this. I do. Keep loving, keep yourself open – even through the storm, maybe especially through the storm – in order to heal. Hard for me, but necessary. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. This poem is heartbreaking, at least for me, because I can relate to it, especially the part ” believed that blood
    Was thicker but you turned hazardous
    And you broke the fragile bond of sisterhood.”

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    1. I think there are quite a few of us who have difficult or non-existent relationships with siblings. I hope you’re not suffering too much. It has taken me two years or so to be able to talk and write about it.

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      1. I suffer, but I tend to overcrowd my life with things that need my love and attention, so I don’t constantly think of that suffering.
        It will always hurt, and I think it always should and it hurts even more when you see the same thing everywhere you look. It makes me think:Why are almost all sibling relationships I know of, exactly like this, like mine, broken? And the constant repetition of the motive of one side always giving and the other side always taking. It hurts when I don”t see togetherness in a family, instead of that, I more and more see roles, to fulfill and be done, receive a prize.
        I hope you are growing Ok too with your sorrow, and that you too have stuff pouring into your life that demand love and this togetherness.


      2. I miss talking to my little sister but I am kind of coming to terms with the thought that I might never see or speak to her again. I left it with her – if she ever needs me she know where I am.

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