In the evening when I close my eyes,
I know that life has changed.
In the middle of the night,
My dreams keep everything the same.
I see your face and hear the laughter.
You even roll your eyes.
As dawn begins to break,
I'm reminded of your cries.
I know that you are better now;
I believe that you are healed.
Still there are those moments
None of this seems real.
Many suggest that I stay busy and try not to think about it.
At times I feel my grieving soul screaming as I shout it,
“This is wrong and isn't fair! She was especially kind!”
There is an ever-raging struggle deep within my mind.
My faith always reminds me that I'll see you in the end.
My grief knows you were not only my sister -
You were my best, lifelong friend.
*The artwork entitled, “Agony” and this poem are copyrighted along with this blogsite. They both provide an outlet helping me to cope.