sibling rivalry

what?

what is it you want
from me?
independence or
support…
are we family
or strangers?

what i expect
is foreign to your ideals
my power lost…
or found
as we wrestle
in the tree’s shade

despite
the sun
losing the battle
my growing spirit,
with limbs set
against time

what
we have… is,
peace amongst
the ties
that bind…

that’s what!

Poetry

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