A letter to my half-sister
Epistolary Poem
Dear Half-Sister,
How did we go from hugs to silence?
Clearly, you don’t care for my existence.
Despite that, however, I cannot hate you.
I thought I did at first, but hate is to have intense dislike,
And what I hated with all my heart was how you
refused to communicate your feelings. Tell me,
Why did your mom tell me these feelings of resentment
you had towards me? Just because when we were five,
I said I only have one sister. Is that what started
All this hate you have towards me? I remember when
you said to your best friend that you hate me.
But it doesn’t matter, your negative views will not drown me
I’m sick of our family saying we must love each other.
For a long time I wanted you to love me, to be excited that
I would visit you during the weekend, I wanted you to share
Your happiness, your anger, so much more, but I cannot
force you to pretend, and I’m no longer interested in having a bond.
I wish I could say so many wonderful things about you, but the only
thing I can say is that you’re such a talented painter, I remember being
A bit jealous of your amazing art skills, and I felt like a total loser, I can’t
explain why. I guess it’s because you used your time wisely, and I was just
on Facebook all the time.
I confidently used to say that the day you contact me I will laugh so hard,
But now I’m thinking that the day you reach out to me I’m not sure if I will ignore you.
About the Creator
Diani Alvarenga
“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of.”
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Comments (2)
Very powerful story to share. It's unfortunate, but whenever a relationship (of any type) is one sided, it can be quite draining. I always say to myself: if there is something that is annoying you (anything), and you have no power over it.. then just let it go and don't think about it. Thats how I usually handle things that might stress me. If you did all you could but nothing is changing, then just let it go.. thinking about it won't really yeild anything except stress
Loved this. No matter how hard we try we can’t change how people think, we sometimes just have to let it go. 😌And that is sad. Really Felt this. But who knows what is just around the corner I sometimes think, I.e how a life event might change their perspective to help strengthen the relationship again..