You, My Sister

It overcomes me like a sun-washed Himalayan peak.
Perhaps I might blame it
on our age of sins
But in the end, it is I that wronged.

The avalanche starts like a tantrum of tears.
Perhaps it is because
of my mother's lies
But I know, there is only one to blame.

The snow shines like blades of fluorescent white.
Perhaps I can say
that they have blinded me
But no matter, for it is I that stand lonely.

I, a lost blade of green.
I, in threads of hate.

The sun runs down, like ribbons of gold.
Perhaps, though, I am sorry,
Because my sister,
I love you.

But your mountain towers with all that you are,
and I only fear to fall from your side.

ireylcadence wrote:It overcomes me like a sun-washed Himalayan peak.
Perhaps I might blame it
on our age of sins
But in the end, it is I that wronged.

The avalanche starts, like a tantrum of tears.
Perhaps it is because
of my mother's lies
But I know, there is only one to blame.

The snow shines like blades of fluorescent white.
Perhaps I can say
that they have blinded me
But no matter, for it is I that stand lonely.

I, a lost blade of green.
I, in threads of hate.

The sun runs down, like ribbons of gold.
Perhaps, though, I am sorry,
Because my sister,
I love you.

But your mountain towers with all that you are,
and I only fear to fall from your side.

Really beautiful piece you have here. I thoroughly enjoyed it! I felt like you used some unnecessary words, especially that and like. Consider cutting this in order for the poem to flow better. The bolded lines were my favorites. Cheers.

Thanks for the review.