"Rough Waters"
I'm lost in a sea of pain.
Can't get back to u.
Can't get back to me.
No paddle to steer my boat.
No compass directing me to happiness.
My north star burned out
When the walls caved in.
Going to drown and die alone.
Rough waters.
Waves crash down on me.
I'm going down with this ship,
~ 4/29/2010
I'm lost in a sea of pain.
Can't get back to u.
Can't get back to me.
No paddle to steer my boat.
No compass directing me to happiness.
My north star burned out
When the walls caved in.
Going to drown and die alone.
Rough waters.
Waves crash down on me.
I'm going down with this ship,
~ 4/29/2010
3 comments:
Your poem says so much about this illness. Do you have a safe place to go to? My daughter (bpd sufferer) always uses the bathroom - small space, easy to monitor. When she was younger, it was her bed. We made it especially comfortable. I hope that you can find a safe place to wait out the rough waters. Remember that peace will come again. Keep writing. xxkris
Love your poem Jennifer. Says so much that I can relate too. Liana.
Terrific poem.
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