I am on the verge of a Borderline Personality Disorder diagnosis. When I faced disappointment today, I recognised something about myself that came out in this poem. The stereotype Borderline Personality Disorder sufferer is reactive outwardly. I am not. I wanted to share this.
I live in words unspoken,
the shore you see, gives no indication of the depths.
A life beneath the surface,
lived silently, in storms and peace.
No shallow waters abide.
The shore so nice to visit, to walk along, to talk.
Yet the deep and wondrous ocean remains
unyielding in its presence.