My Sister's Account Of Me

We spent twenty two long years together under the same roof, so, I know him better than others, for he’s my only brother. On his own terms his life he walks brave, setting the course on the pathway he likes to pave. Probing nameless people uncalled, he may descry break the fence of his protected privacy and pry, ask incisive questions to slice his persona, they try. He doesn’t ever care to reply. In his heart sunk in the quicksand of time weary, emotions rise from the dormant passion’s debris. The good done to him he can’t acknowledge loud, but buds of love blooming within, he keeps under shroud. Mellow sensitivity absorbs all his feelings inarticulate, he is overwhelmed, but doesn’t know how to demonstrate. A deviant introvert, he seldom submits to others’ decree, until he finally sleeps he’ll do what to do with will free. He’s content with little, grateful for god’s blessings plenty.