"My Brother, My Home"

Five years apart, yet close in soul,
He filled the cracks, he made her whole.

Though younger by the count of years,
He calmed her storms, he stilled her fears.

She held his hand when he was small,

But he’s the one who caught her fall.
In every trial, every doubt,
He showed her light when hers went out.

They’ve fought like fire, burned and bruised,
Words thrown in anger, harshly used.
Once, in a moment, full of pain,
She shut the door in heat and strain.

That day still echoes in her chest—
A wound she hides, a deep unrest.
She'd take it back, rewrite the scene,

Erase the hurt, keep the space clean.

For him, she'd trade the world away,

Her own children know—he leads the way.
He’s more than blood, more than her own,
The truest love she’s ever known.

He’s been her guide, her northern star,
Her safe place, no matter how far.
Through every chaos, joy, or fall—
Her brother’s love outshines them all.

No fight can last, no pride can stay,
When hearts like theirs won't drift away.
For in this life, come what may be,
Her brother is her sanctuary.