The cycle of my life

The elder Sister of eternal compassion, fighting for those she cares.
The spiteful middle brother of everlasting triumph, never finding peace.
And the lonely little brother, striving to bridge the gap, yet always so distant.
Try as he might, the void continues to grow, expanding to sever all connection but thought.
But a bond cannot be maintained through thought alone,
a dialogue is needed.
One that, though distant and strained, draws them close once more.
The eldest and the youngest, time separates them just as distance does, but it is a barrier more easily breached.
Through a common life long trauma they forge a connection,
a dialogue can begin.
They sit together and grieve the ass hole born between them, reminiscing in the life of one they never thought they'd miss,
the bond strengthens.
They stand together, fighting the demons manifest in their lives, bringing an end to the anguish they've felt since birth,
the void is breached.
The breach widens, a path through the dark, the bond becomes tangent.
They speak, laugh, and play, each taking joy in the company of the other.
As one they had fought to vanquish their sorrows, and as one they had won.
Together, they share in the happiness of their new found freedom.
But as all things have their beginning, they must come to an end.
Eventually, the eldest must leave the youngest.
She must return to her work, and he must return to his,
the breach closes.
They had found each other, only to have to separate once more, each one with a life all their own.
They begin to grow distant from one another, speaking only on occasion to share in their troubles as new demons emerge.
Time goes by, they talk less and less, their demons grow stronger.
Their bond dwindles, until it is nothing but a thought once more, the demons attack.
The bond must grow strong once more,
the breach must reopen,
A dialogue is needed.........