Sutured Emotions

Forced, terrrified, pain, lonely, hurting.

Forced to deal with the truth of a sheltered life.

Terrifed of what came next.

Pain for what what was, what could have been, for him, for his future wife.

Lonely as he seems to be, facing stacked decks.

Hurting for him, my parents, his unclear future.

It seems like insanity to care so much,

These  are the emotions a sister being held together by an imaginary suture.

He is young, smart, loving with a bit of a temper, a total nerd, and a buttmunch.

Life or death, strong or weak, he is my little brother,

He is like no other.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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