My dark sister.

My dark sister and I were one once. We worked as one, spoke as one, dreamt as one. But my sister weighed heavy on my soul. She became bitter and angry at me. Made me doubt myself and those around me. She called me names and brought such rage within me that I felt as if I were falling.

So I broke her away. That was a mistake I know. Part of me wishes I hadn't done so. She has caused such trouble, and all because I could not keep her captive. Even when she was captive she held my soul in her grasp, forcing me to make choices I did not wish to make. When she was free she wished me harm, she wished I was gone so she could be complete. I can empathise with that. I feel how she suffers, even if she would never admit it.

She still wishes to be complete, to become a goddess figure, to be strong and holy. Something more than her former self. But she does it for selfish reasons. She does not think about the choices she makes, only the outcome. I cannot do the same. I will not do the same. That is why it was easier... No, harder but faster for me to complete the race she set up. She will not hurt me now. She cannot hurt me now. I am unsure if she ever could. My dark sister is filled with such malice that she has lost thought.

I wish we could be one again, so that I could give her peace. But she does not want that. So I will leave her in the mess she has created and move on unless her anger subsides. Maybe, one day, when the journey is over she will forgive me.

I am sorry we can no longer walk together dark sister. Please, sleep and wait. And maybe, you will find it in your star lit heart to live in peace with me.