For Me

You are the moonbeams streaming through my window when

I’m awake at 3 a.m.

I wonder what you would tell her

whenever

she throws her hands up in defeat.

 

She’s at it again with the shit talk—

 

I’m so over life right now.

I guess life is always just gonna be

shit.

 

And I dig around in my chest cavity,

searching for a hidden pocket of strength to offer.

My sister is a blister; I love her,

but she’s too attached.

 

I won’t do as you did, Mom.

I have to live for me.

I will

live for me.

 

© Kindra M. Austin

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