In the heart of turmoil, a tempest brews,
Splitting like thunder, emotions choose.
A dance of extremes, a turbulent ride,
The essence of BPD, deep inside.
Black and white, no shades of gray,
Splitting the world in a disarray.
From love to hate, in the blink of an eye,
A rollercoaster of feelings, soaring high.
Idealization, a pedestal so high,
Perfection in sight, reaching for the sky.
But then comes the fall, crashing down,
Devaluation's whispers, wearing a frown.
A pendulum swinging, back and forth,
Splitting the self, questioning self-worth.
A battle within, a constant fight,
Navigating the splits, day and night.
In the realm of extremes, emotions collide,
Splitting the soul, where shadows reside.
From euphoria to despair, a whirlwind of fate,
BPD's grip, a tempest innate.
Yet in the midst of the storm, a beacon shines,
A path to healing, through the confines.
Embracing the splits, finding the thread,
To weave the fragments, the self to mend.
In the dance of splitting, a journey unfolds,
A story of resilience, in the maze it molds.
For in the heart of chaos, a lesson to find,
In the splits of BPD, the soul defined.
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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
