My Sister

My sister. I love her and I am much saddened by her deterioration. I don't know how to help her, perhaps I need to trust that I don't know what's best for her. I can only ask her.  "What's best for you?" I can ask her. And when she tells me, help if I can.

I can't take away her hurt and she cannot hide. It comes out of her in ways that frighten me. I feel that I have failed her. I don't have control or power over her, not much influence at all. I don't even know whether I speak the same language as her.