A BPD Warrior


 I woke up with a sudden scare,

 Drenched in sweat and silent tears.

 Afraid of something dark, unknown,

 While loneliness devours me whole.


A fretful fear, one aching truth—

 Oh, how I wish to draw a line.

 But presto! Still, my heart resists,

 For deep within, I fear all change.


A single rose—so red, so bright—

 Beneath its weight, my shoulders ache.

 I wish I bore it all with grace,

 So none would feel my heart as weight.


With this condition, I must face,

 No choice but lift my head with pride.

 In the end, I weep, the pain runs deep—

 A BPD warrior, soul and stride.


Written by Jocelyn Ng Shu Yee 

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