Poetry by Kris

Rivalry

I march into the kitchen

Fully aware of what I'll see

Still, tears trail down my cheeks while I glare.

Her arms around you in a warm embrace.

She glares at me, her almond eyes blazing.

Challenging me.

Just as she always did when we were kids.

Back then, I would've backed down.

Back then, I "knew my place."

I'm older now.

Older and wiser

I won't back down.

I will fight for what's mine.

Challenge accepted.