The Creative Edge

I never even knew her name but we were siblings through pain. She sat under the custodian of night, with moons and stars as light’s gatekeepers. I heard her sing a song of anguish—the first verse was guilt, followed by the chorus, pity, then the last verse, inadequacy. I wanted to walk on by, to run from this melancholic girl, but I couldn’t. It was divine destiny, for I understood her like no one could. Instinct guided my feet. I walked slowly, gradually increasing my pace till I was running, running to her, the nameless one.  I sat next to her on a big slab of rock, my tongue twisted. My brain knew what to say but the nervous pathways resisted its command. “I know your pain,” I finally said. Her face contorted in anger, then broke out in a fiendish laugh that could terrify demons. “Do you?” her voice heavy. “I did everything for you but it wasn’t good enough.” “I don’t understand?” She leaped onto her feet, animated with a deadly brew of rage. “That idiotic father n