My brother hoards emotions until even the good ones become festering piles of rot. They are destroyed by the overriding hate of his life.
My sister-in-law watches, always, for the new day. She takes hope into her lungs and finds joy and laughter with each breath.
I push away ugly memories and try to toss the bad into a barrel with firm sides and solid footing
I include the bad stuff into a short story or a poem package. I send it into the world and hope to stand beside my sister-in-law.
Sometimes the sun rises and sometimes it sets and we who stand together, in love or in hate, don't always know the difference.
But even when we can't feel skin on skin we know the love is there. It defeats the hateful hoarding and lets positive feelings grow in proportion.
Tomorrow can always defeat yesterday.