Brother

This poem is for my brother, in case you couldn't tell. It's funny; I can still remember lifting him up so that he could turn on the light in the hallway, back when neither of us was tall enough to reach on our own. I remember the times that I did wrong by him, and the times that he did wrong by me. But through it all we stuck together, and anytime there's trouble or hardship, I know that he's there, a shoulder to stand by or cry on. So this poem's for you, my brother. Of all my brothers, by blood or friendship, you are the highest and first. Just wanted you to know.

Terrible, wonderful, beautiful,

Strong.

He’s half of my heart;

Someone I want to protect,

To fight alongside, and to

Hold. 

I lean on him;

He brightens the

Darkness by

Wisdom and wit.

Bent down with my

Cares and regrets,

Without hesitation he

Helps me to carry

Them all.

It’s then that I realize

That holding him,

He holds me

Too.

We are not just

Two.