Indigo Sister

A monster up-ended the world in its claws

the day my sister was born.

An intruder in my realm of parental perfection—

abort this mission of domestic destruction!

Chunky-limbed, with a crybaby mouth,

doe’s eyes like dear eyes my parents fawned over,

but I was less than impressed.

Why did this sorry mess of a creature

end up in my territory?

But I did not have sovereignty—

my sister was the one to teach me this lesson.

Power doesn’t lie in possession of hearts

it lies in letting go of the toy,

in holding the baby whose shaking shoulders

tell the story of parents at war.

It is knowing that what you endured before

is divided down the middle.

My sister was a twin-soul delivered,

her spirit has the same scar tissue.

As our mirror cuts re-opened and closed

I saw my aura for the first time,

reflected in the wound of my sister’s eyes

If only my violet light could put an end to the violent fights

but it couldn’t.

My sister shared this crucifixion

so I christened her Purples.

(to this day, the nickname’s stuck)

I grew up faster than a weed in a storm

needing to protect her from what we saw

my sister gave my warrior spirit form