The Challenge

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(Tune in my head: Pending.)

One day I awoke to her

Kicking the walls of our cell.

I did not like my shackles much --

And she hated all those walls.

Since then -- a long time ago --

She helped me love my shackles --

They are a sign of freedom

Within the prison we shared --

I gave a blueprint in return

Drafted over a lifetime

So she would know where the walls

Were easiest to break down.

We played lots of silly games

I never won -- except when

I surprised someone I thought

Had seen so much more than me.

Then there were the darker days.

Those were days we could not see

How similar we both were

In our struggles and triumphs.

My cell-mate wanders often --

I simply cannot follow.

But I am always happy

Whenever I see her back.

She is happy too.

How do I know this?

She is my sister --

She always will be.