Eiragerd

A year. It had been a year since the poem Eiragerd had written for her own self. Somehow, again, this date managed to surprise her. Yes, she'd had further growth and goodness in the year between.
But somehow, on the very day she thought would pain her again, she was given unexpected blessing.

Have you noticed

How the clouds seem to weep with the strong?

As if to show them

That their sorrowful spilling of tears are not wrong.

As you watch them

They often seem to silently bear,

​​​​​​With smile or laugh,

Do you spread joy, or seek to annoy?

Diddle-liddle-dee! My, you are free!

Tick of the clock or click of the tongue?

Tick-click-tock! Just a bit of fun!

Sweet as nectar, nay, you are better!

Diddle-liddle-dee! Fly off like a bee!

Stomp of the foot or beat of a drum?

Do you think of me

When a drop of rain, like a lonely tear, falls?

I think of you

When in a storm, the rumbling thunder calls. 

Do you think of me

When you lie awake as your fears, you try to subdue?

I think of you;

I wish you were here.

​​​​​​I wish I was enough.

I wish I could stop wishing,

But that's a part of love.  

I wish I could hold you.

I'd keep you so near.

I wish I could stop wishing

While I drown in fear.

Mistake. Yet another mistake.

How much? How much more must I take?

What I had. What I love. What I lost. 

After wrong, for right I swallow bitter cost.

Scream. I want to shout. 

Rage. Destroy. I want to let it all out. 

Numb. My outside, my shell is numb.

Stuck in the mire that is my thoughts. 
My mind losing all its been taught
By me.

All the fears, suffocating
While my heart, itself, stands hating.
Never did I want this path,
But fate always gets last laugh.  

If these are growing pains,
Why do I not stand taller?
If, to strength, it pertains,
Why shatter me and make me smaller?

Many would offer words
Of comfort, to me.
But I stand so alone. 
Can't they see?

She had to leave. Her sister was gone, and she was the only reason Eira had really stayed. Every now and then Eira still left large baskets of baked goods at the steps of the clan hall. But she could not stay in a place which held such memories of her sister.

She loved all of her clan. But her sister, she had loved closest and dearest. Eira had always told her sister that she was her very heart. Yet somehow, her heart beats on after her sister's no longer does.