Member Poem

Sister

Sister dear, is that you?
Perfect and poised.
Sharp and sensible.
The doctor. The engineer. The lawyer.
Can you see me? Your shadow?
When you stand, I stand. When you sit, I sit.
When you cry, I cry.
I am your counterfeit; your Lucifer.
You are all they see.
The shadow is always overlooked,
But when noticed, they point and mock.
Behold its bizarre form. Witness how it trails behind,
How it falters in its imitation.
I am the dimmed counterpart,
Crafted by the sun of your ethereal glow.
Can the crowd give it up for this spectacle of beauty!
I am your shadow,    Thus,
I am obliged to follow.
I am obliged to love you.
No matter how I wane on your brightest days.
Sister is that you?
Do you see me?