Dreamers come and go.
But it’s the doers and sowers that
force magic to grow.
In slavery I gave birth to you.
I am yours but you are your own.
I may never be free.
But freedom is your destiny.
And I would do it all again.
You are worth the weight of infinite universes times ten.
There was never a fear of me out and about and being attacked.
There was a fear of me leaving and never coming back.
— The silly fears of a BPD mom.
Can feel like the worst kind,
especially when you are raised by a borderline.
Gaslighting marathons.
Angry outbursts.
No accountability whatsoever and it hurts.
Irresponsible in other ways too.
Forbidden love.
Private knowledge given from above.
In their presence I never feel right.
No matter how much I zen and attempt to find my…
Guitar strings say all the things,
That my spirit cannot verbalize.
And that my voice cannot harmonize.