Sisters

We fought growing up
Competing
Needling
Needing
To win
His love and his praise
The middle
A riddle
Too young
Too old
Did she belong
Never feeling right
Simply. Feeling wrong
When he left
You to me
Suddenly
Important
Supporting
Standing
At my finish line
Cheering
Shouting
Loving
Melting
My doubts and my tears
Of all those years
Ebb and flow
This our gold
Sister dear
We are mirrors

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