Let Me Go

I hugged her lightly. Never having a sister before, I was scared I’d break her. Turtle, the best name I decided. A shelter from harm always near her. She grew to be my best friend, with whom I could share my secrets. I had to leave her one day. My heart was tested and failed. She was not ready. I hear her grief on haunted nights. I am unable to embrace her. Comfort is not in my arms, but in those with whom I left her. She rejects them. She remains alone by choice, or perhaps by selfish sorrow. Unflappable, I always said, nothing to hold her from success. She has unshakable pain. I trust tomorrow brings her love, a confidence to be who she is, compassionate and forgiving. Sister dear, let me go! I trust that she hears me.