To My Sisters
We are bonded by blood. We are bonded by a shared history. We are bonded by ever changing dynamics. Stop. That’s where the bond ended. We are not bonded by mutual acceptance and choice to be sisters. We are not bonded by our present or future together. We are not bonded by respect, love, compassion, empathy but rather ever-changing chaos. Stop. This is where my personal story keeps going. I am bonded by my own inner being to be able to safely look inward. I am bonded by my personal experiences and perceptions of who I was, who I am and who I will become. I am bonded by my ever-changing curiosity about myself, family, friends, and acquaintances. Persist, full stop.