I apologize for the title. Stupid Google Translate wouldn't give me what I wanted (I don't trust it, anyways) and so what I have up there is a mix of French and Latin. The rough translation is "My Sister, The Moon".
Comments are appreciated!
My sister is a moon.
She shines, but she hides
That once in a while.
It's a shame, really,
Because what other people
See isn't what I do.
I see the girl that used to play
Board games with me while
Talking a mile a minute to
Frantically try to cover the
Sounds of my brother sobbing
In the bathroom, and my parents
Screaming at each other upstairs.
I see the girl who would sit with
Me, one earbud in her ear,
And the other in mine, while
We waited for the bus.
I see the girl who would read
Faery tales to me at night when
We were little. I see her crying
At night, and desperately trying to
Hide it. I see myself helping her
Through her first panic attack when
I was just a kid, not telling her that I
Was uncomfortably familiar with them.
But I also see the lion to my wolf.
Because lions are brave, they are
Proud and are tough as nails.
And I see myself, when I look
At her. I see the reflection of
A grey wolf in the moonlit waters.
I see myself howling and loping
Across the forest floor with surprising
Agility and grace. And so I see strength
And wisdom and a talent for words.
Because my sister may be a lion,
And I may be a wolf, but she is also
A moon, glowing brightly in the night sky,
And I am a rose, prickly to the first touch.
We come together, my sister and I,
And my brother has Mary Anne.
We were always there for him, but
She was his preferred choice.
Sometimes, though, I look at my
Sister, and see what other people do.
And that scares me, but I know (hope)
That it's only the dark side of the moon,
And it'll be full the next night.
But for now, I get to see my sister's
Smile, and hear her laughter, and I wonder,
How they can they not see her shining from miles away?
How can they not notice how she sparkles
In the sun, her eyes like diamonds?
And how can they possibly miss the way
She glows from the inside, radiating warmth
And safety? Sometimes I wonder how on
Earth she isn't a sun. And then I recall that
She was the one who took me out at midnight,
Unlocking the door and leading me out into
The yard, so that we could dance to the
Moon and stars. I loved that, dancing in the
Chilly night air with my sister, seeing her smiling
Softly all the way through, and I remember how
Breathless we were after, bursting into laughter
Between our panting. We sneaked back in after,
Even though I wanted nothing more than to
Sleep under the stars. When I was lying in bed that
Night, though, I was grinning from ear to ear. So yes,
A wolf slinks behind the moon when she walks,
But a lion also lies at the foot of the rose's bed,
Watching over her in her slumber.
And I come to the realization
That courage doesn't always roar.