How does it feel to shine like sun
but grow up in shadow
dwarfed yet blooming; fun yet not fun!
Destined or planned; who can say
new links in old chain
entwined for life till death has its way!
Born four years apart; sort of fraternal twins
we were told we are each other’s gift
but over the years, curse did win!
The elder sibling I can rely on
my guardian angel, my protector
helping albeit grudgingly, considering me a thorn.
Also tyrannical tormentor
a bully who laughs at my follies
making fun of me but also my mentor.
Bete noires, best friends, each other’s voice
we fight, we make up
tied by blood, free by choice.
Same blood group, views diverse
different ailments, same aches
our shared genes; our gift our curse.
Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with (your grandmother’s insistence on giving you a new and completely creepy porcelain doll for every birthday, a bad singing voice, etc.). I hope you find this to be an inspiring avenue for poetic and self-exploration.
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