Warriors Come In Pairs

One of a pair.

A sister to a brother; a brother to a sister.

Different attributes spanning from the same thread.

Divergent cards dealt from the same deck.

Protection from another in different paths we trek.

Close but apart in the shadows of our past.

Voices yelling in displeasure for the betterment of another.

Polarities in personality inventing perspectives to discover.

In-living and in-death I will remember you as my sister.

The bloods that we have don’t constitute a family,

blood is beyond the scope of our relation,

for it’s the uncertainty that we were given,

experienced together,

the steps we have taken to the road we imagine,

creating the reality from the bond of one-another;

the warriors we become will be conjured from each other.