The Sister I Never Had 💔😞

I loved you once,

I trusted you once,

I dreamed of laughter spilling between us,

of secrets shared like sunlight,

of safety in your arms.

But you were never that sister.

You were fire in my chest,

poison in my words,

the shadow that whispered destruction,

the hand that hurled hot coffee and cruelty.

I rage at you.

I rage at the sister I thought I knew.

I rage at the lies I told myself,

the hope I clung to,

the love I offered blindly,

only to be scorched.

I grieve you.

Not the you that exists,

but the one I imagined.

The one who would laugh with me,

protect me, celebrate me,

love me without conditions or venom.

I mourn the bond that never was,

the memories that should have been,

the safety I could not know.

I ache in the hollow of what I needed,

the sister I deserved,

the love I will never hold.

And yet… I forgive you.

Not for you,

not for reconciliation,

not for the hope that you might change.

I forgive to free myself,

to let the fire you lit burn out in me,

to shield my heart from carrying your cruelty forever.

I forgive.

I grieve.

I rage.

I remember.

I step away.

I do not let you back.

I protect myself.

I protect my child.

I survive. I rise. I am enough.

You will never know the sister I wanted.

You will never feel the love I held for her.

She is mine, in memory and in grief,

and she is gone.

And I am whole.

I am free.

I am enough.