Sleeping. She's Weeping. She screams out her Cries.
Falling. She's Calling. There's pain in her Eyes.
Dormant. She's Latent. She feels Paralyzed.
Shifting. She's Drifting. But I keep her Inside.
Uneasy. She's Queasy. Yet I Minimize.
Refracted. She's Lasted. She cant be Denied.
Bleeding. She's Seeking. To be Recognized.
Unwitting. I'm Splitting. I say my Goodbyes.
Heating. It's Fleeting. My old peace of Mind.
Conquered. I'm Anchored. I'm treading Neck-high.
Drowning. Heart Pounding. My sight going Blind.
Vehement. Not Present. I am losing my Pride.
Engaging. I'm Raging. She's loud from Inside.
Neurotic. I'm seasick. From pain left Behind.
Messy. We're Heavy. There's blood on our Lies.
Damage. I Manage. This fall from up High.
Numbness. Crave Oneness. This banal state, Mine.
Transgressing. Keep shedding. And I'll find her Smile.
Uplifting. Deep Thinking. I tame what is Wild.
Releasing and healing My own inner-child.
☼ Mica Light
Sometimes she comes gently. Sometimes she comes with force.
Vehement: marked by extreme intensity of emotions or convictions; inclined to react violently; fervid Banal: obvious and dull; repeated too often; overfamiliar through overuse Splitting: a commonly used defense mechanism for people with BPD that is done subconsciously in an attempt to protect against intense negative feelings such as loneliness, abandonment and isolation; sees in 'black and white'; no 'grey area'