Dear sister,

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Note: For a childhood friend, diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder.

Dear sister,

I have seen you weep for long
You let the salty tears wet your soul
Does vulnerability make you whole ?

There's a tremor in my heart,
every time you wail.

When your soul is famished
My heart turns pale

I don’t know how you do it, Sister?

Every time you’re hurt,

You open the windows; inviting the dusty bad
along with the breezy good

Have you no fear of being misunderstood?


Being strong is now
a euphemism for
Mincing your emotions
in a grinder of time


But Sister, you sing when you’re joyous
Laugh, when you are boisterous
You cry and live
You mourn and give

Your cheeks are drenched with your tears
But in your heart, reside no fears


Sister,
i am afraid too
But when i am in the crowd
I mask it well
I dont want be apart from the crew


But
Everyone is fearful of the same
The same mask. A different name.

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