Their light carries me,
to my wonderland.
Unity and distance, the balance.
How delicate they are.
how vulnerable they seem,
suspended in a blanket of darkness.
The stars whisper,
watching the orbit.
The stars are inspired.
They are scattered but bright!
The moon laughs,
proud of the little ones.
The sun is joyful,
protecting the innocent.
Cycle of light.
Cycle of darkness.
The rest of the world no more,
lost in each other's glow.
One another's blessings.
One another's balance.
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Poetry written by a Borderline
PoetryA collection of poems I've written, often influenced by my BPD.
