In shadows deep, where anguish dwells,
A tempest roams, where pain compels.
A heart ensnared by fiery throes,
BPD, a torment only it knows.
A symphony of ache, an artist's brush,
Chronic pain, a palette, colors lush.
In every breath, a whispered wail,
A tender dance, an eternal tale.
Through veils of mist, the mind entwined,
A labyrinth of emotions, unrefined.
With every step, a wounded grace,
BPD, a fragile soul's embrace.
Like whispers of rain on a barren land,
Pain cascades, a symphony so grand.
In hues of sorrow, a melody to endure,
BPD, a masterpiece, raw and pure.
Yet in this chaos, strength takes flight,
A phoenix rises from the darkest night.
The spirit resilient, though fragile it seems,
BPD, a prism reflecting shattered dreams.
With empathy's touch, a healing balm,
Hope blossoms, a soothing psalm.
For in the depths, seeds of resilience sown,
BPD, a tapestry of strength unknown.
So let the words flow, a poet's grace,
Give voice to pain, in a sacred space.
May understanding bloom, love remain,
BPD, a triumph over the storm's disdain.
About the Creator
Jeff koli
Pure Facts in Life!
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