He sent me

to shepherd

shattered women

when I was barely more

than shards of glass myself

into a world content

to dash our shards

our jagged selves

along the unforgiving rocks

so he could play

at furious elder brother

while doing nothing

and now, enraged, inadequate

he strikes the vessel

I’ve managed to rebuild

despite the cracks

the missing pieces.

How then will we survive,

my sister and I?

By our own strength.