When I look at my old, dying, teenage brother

I do not see the scars

It scares me to think about how many

People dislike him for his choices, for

Chemicals he has put in his own body.

His very blood.

His flesh tells me it wants to change, and

No one understands, except for

His little sister who is eagerly awaiting to help

He who as traveled so far in a single lifetime

Without ever leaving.

They say its too late for him to change.

I know he can

If he will simply try, for me,

And that is enough...

It WILL be enough.