Borders

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Today’s poem is another original, dealing once again with my my BPD. Borderline Personality Disorder is a horrible disease to live with, both for the sufferer and the family who has to deal with it. I write so much about mine, because somewhere in the words and phrases, I hope to find some understanding. I want to understand myself and I want to find a way to control it. I hope others will realize that they are not alone in their struggles.

 

Borders

By

Allison Cline-Saia

 

Sometimes I lie in my bed

Lights out, eyes closed

Breathing in the silence

Exhaling a guttural scream

Heard only in the darkest parts of the universe

Originating in the sinuous depths that are known only to me—

I dream of violet vistas and aqua shores

And long to feel the cool velvet drops on my face and in my eyes—

But with each breath the screams get louder and the silence begins to strangle me

Once again.

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