The Loudest Noise of All

He asked me, “ Why are you afraid? Please tell me.” I looked at him. Looking closely is also an art, skillful. I am never good at that. I never was. But I always felt that I must. Sisters have bonded lives. We had the same bonding, same heartache. And I felt that looking closely is a bias when We are prejudiced, tilted in one way or the other. Growing up is a pain that rules many hide-outs. But I always kept my faith. I was raised to keep my faith. You are not a cause. You are not a consequence. But you are an utter truth Living and ticking on, you are a loud noise, the loudest of all, which brings only a simile, just like the action of a rumor Are you blind in your own black? Are you a denial of my perforated, wounded, empty life?