Storms and Lights

Letter to a kindred soldier

Dearest Sister,

It is at a time of woe, grief and pain, for the both of us, I write to you in, and I plea for a reply.

Dearest Sister,
All the times you accused me of being selfish and jealous, were so cruel beaceue they were true
But I was never grieving for her.
I was longing for you.

Since then I have reached acceptance, which used to be my constant oppressor. He has taught me a valuable lesson and I understand, and beg you to realise and ignore the past childish grudges from the young and immature sibling

Dearest Sister,
I'm fed up of these facades. The conversations I make  are merely fumes of light hearted and naïeve laughter
Why can't you see the burning and solid logs beneath this smoke. I long for these flames to be  rekindled, so I can shed warmth and light into your dampening solitude. Set a roaring fire of true feelings and honesty, a fire fuelled by the beat of heart to heart. Yet your silence and solitude, is like a raincloud to this furnace.

Dearest Sister,

Know that you can write to me when you struggle on your battles. Without your word, I can't help but worry for your life as a soldier. Without knowledge of your wounds, I don't know how to heal them.

Dearest Sister,

I am more than what you think of me, and if you would only give me the chance, I would prove it to you. I feel like I have an unrequieted care, craving attention. A hunger for honesty, loyalty, and love. A reminder  that our memories have not turned to dust, the rope between us isn't fraying, and our futures are together and bright, and our dreams and promises shine brighter than ever.

Dearest Sister,
Yours Faithfully, from the other silent sufferer, begging for a reply.