I lost my little sister, she was the one born after me.
She was sick for a while but it is still hard.
Please pray for our family.
Thank you
MwsR 💗
How we see ourselves is not always how others do.
It is a defining thing for the way we deal and interact with others.
Sometimes it really hard to come to terms with what we find out.
If someone takes the time to tell you things about yourself, that they perceive, perhaps we could benefit from knowing, and in turn, turn things around that might be upside down.
If we do not like what others see we can take the opportunity to change and help them to see us in a different light.
Who knows?
MwsR ❤
Intrinsic it was for me
To be there with you, you see
Birth made us sisters
Life separated us.
Circumstances created a void
People helped t form a wall
That is the hardest of all.
Why must our hearts be connected in this universe
But it was so hard to find each other?
Unfair, yes
Deceptive our lives became
To us, only
Sadness is part of the intrinsic bond we have
Joy comes I believe to those in search of it.
When our lives are at their end,
Things work to bring us, back together, to mend.
Intrinsic our relationship, yet complicated to say the least.
Intrinsic is what I think of when I think of you and me.
MwsR >3
There are those born into an identity.
Then there are those born without one.
The ones without one search for one they think they should have.
The ones born with an identity think their choices and lot in life is already chosen for them.
What one has , the other does not.
The one without identity at birth, have an opportunity to make their own. They have no real “limits” to whom they can be.
Which one is worse off? Which one had it made?
Both suffer, but both have the ability to change their own identities any time they wish.
The task in doing so will certainly be different for them, but the outcome the same.
They will have taken control of their own life and given it the identity of their choosing.
MwsR ❤
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