She splashes her arms and kicks her feet,
she's trying to stay up.
I try to lower the water for her,
but it's only cup by cup.
Her kids don't understand,
and her family fears she's lost,
every day she's doing things
without thinking of the cost.
I try to be her lifeboat,
and to make her see the light,
but I can't get her to understand
that she has to help me fight.
Every now and then,
she tries to settle down,
and when she does, I'm grateful,
thanking God she didn't drown.
But after awhile, every time,
the tide rolls in again.
It snatches her up, and I hold on,
but the tide will always win.
And each time, her will is weaker,
she's losing all her thunder.
I'm terrified that she'll soon let go
and let herself go under.
I know it's true when they say
that all over life is tough,
but the toughest thing I have to face
is knowing that I'm not enough.
I love you, sis.