Sister Babe

Sister babe
I know you are reaching
Deep inside to scratch
At an itch that won't go.

We always look outside ourselves
For something to fix the wrongs.
But we always come back,
Basket empty, bearing no fruit.

How do we go about
Truly seeing within?
How do we heal
Ourselves?

Your eyes are so glassy
These days.
But you don't notice
Because your grin is stretched wide
Across a flawless face.

Or maybe...
I'm wrong
And I just judge because
You don't mind running
While I have nowhere to go...