My Sister Has a Broken Hand

My sister has
a broken hand,
so broken it cannot write,
and like
a house
without a door,
she’s a bottle
with a cap too tight:
Waves rise
within her,
and crash
against her skin,
and when her hand
cannot release it,
through her mouth
words explode
from within.
Friendly eyes
become
unsure,
and smiles
turn
to frowns,
and when the hurting
hurts too much,
her tears fall ‘till
the sun goes down.
My sister has
a broken hand,
one once used to write,
and now the sea
of emotion
rises,
and she drowns
without a light.