In sisterhood, I find the strength to stand,
A bond that endures time and storm and flame,
Her steady voice, a touch, a guiding hand.
When chaos stirs the soul like shifting sand,
She calls me home, and all feels right again—
In sisterhood, I find the strength to stand.
No need for words, she seems to understand
The silent aches I carry, masked by name—
Her steady voice, a touch, a guiding hand.
Through joy or grief, we walk this life unplanned,
Together bound, though never quite the same.
In sisterhood, I find the strength to stand.
Though winds may howl and fate may reprimand,
She grounds me still, no shadow cast by shame—
Her steady voice, a touch, a guiding hand.
In sisterhood, I find the strength to stand.
About the Creator
Baby Josie
Howdy! There is relatable stuff here- dark and twisty and some sentimental garbage. "Don't forget to tip your waitresses" Hi, I am your waitress, let me serve you with more content. Hope you enjoy! :)
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