Dear sister,
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.