What Sisters Carry

Before I knew what shelter meant,
Or how the heart finds rest,
I knew the arms that gathered me,
The sister who knew best.

When we were young and storms drew near,
You stood where I could hide;
You faced the dark before it came
And kept me at your side.

You never spoke of sacrifice
Or named your courage then;
You simply took my trembling hand
And made me brave again.

The years moved on like weathered streams
That carve the earth apart;
Yet time could never loose the thread
First woven through the heart.

We grew around our separate scars,
Through sorrow, grace, and change;
Yet neither road nor passing year
Could make the other strange.

Then came the night that clouded you
And dimmed your faithful flame;
I stood beneath the sterile lights
And softly spoke your name.

When words were lost beyond your reach
And reason slipped away,
I carried all the hope I had
And stayed another day.

I learned the tongue of waiting rooms,
Of questions asked once more;
I stood when answers would not come
And guarded every door.

I gathered every scattered truth
The tempest cast aside;
And when the world saw only wounds,
I saw the soul inside.

For you were more than troubled thoughts,
More than those shadowed days;
You were the girl who sheltered me,
Still worthy of all grace.

And through the veil, I searched for you—
For some familiar sign;
Until a quiet ember stirred
And reached its light toward mine.

Then I remembered love endures
Where lesser things depart;
It knows the soul beneath the storm
And recognizes heart.

For sisterhood is ancient thread,
By neither time undone;
Two lives may wander separate roads,
Yet know from where they’ve come.

It lives within the childhood years,
In secrets softly kept;
In hands that held through every joy
And gathered tears we wept.

A sister knows the shape you wore
Before the world drew near;
She hears the meaning in your hush
And knows the weight of fear.

She keeps the truth of who you are
When you have lost the view;
And holds your place beside the light
Until you find it too.

You stood for me when we were young;
I stood when you grew tired.
We each became the shelter once
The other heart required.

Not every love is spoken loud
Or asks the world to see;
Some love abides like ancient roots
Beneath a weathered tree.

So let the seasons test our limbs
And tempests cross our way;
No wind can loose the roots below
Or steal what years have made.

Whatever darkness waits beyond,
Whatever storms may start,
You will not walk the night alone—
I carry you in heart.

And should my own light ever fade
Beneath an anguished sky,
I know your soul will shelter mine,
As it did in days gone by.

For this has been our quiet vow,
Though neither spoke it then:
When one forgets the road toward home,
The other leads again.

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