Unpredicted storm…Holding on to an adult child with Borderline Personality
At times we seem so close,
the hugs,
the laughter,
moments of wonder.
At times I feel I know you,
I see you clearly,
I recognize all I am
as I hold space for your hurt.
Quickly though it all can change,
storms without name,
pain without reason.
Carried off into the distance,
I barely follow.
Running on to your hiding places,
you leave crumbs behind.
Silently you scream,
Loudly you are quiet,
nothing makes the least bit of sense.
Like the girl who falls into a looking glass,
A soul filled with beauty all covered in poison.
I wait for you in the darkness,
I have your light.
Remember, you asked me to hold it?
Why are you appalled at its glow?
Mystery,
soft sleeping beauty,
you are as dark as a million nights,
yet as bright as an eternal sun.
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