In the depths of memory, echoes of the past,
Flashbacks like ghosts, haunting and vast.
A surge of emotion, a vivid recall,
A journey through time, standing tall.
Visions of moments, crystal clear,
Replaying scenes, drawing near.
Whispers of voices, echoes of pain,
Flashbacks like thunder, pouring like rain.
A rush of sensations, overwhelming and strong,
Reliving the moments, right and wrong.
Emotions raw, memories unfold,
In the tapestry of time, stories untold.
From trauma's grip, the mind can't break free,
Flashbacks like shadows, haunting me.
A relentless cycle, a ghostly refrain,
A battle within, a struggle in vain.
Yet in the midst of darkness, a glimmer of light,
A path to healing, a chance to take flight.
Through therapy and support, finding my way,
Navigating flashbacks, night and day.
Embracing the past, with courage and grace,
Finding strength in this haunting space.
For in the heart of the storm, a lesson to learn,
In the echoes of memory, a chance to discern.
So let the flashbacks come and go,
In their wake, let healing flow.
For in the tapestry of memory, we find,
The resilience of the human mind.
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Poetry Of A Borderline
PoetryThis is a book filled with poetry about the everyday life of someone living with borderline personality disorder
