Forced by the mentors of madness
to walk the nerve-taut tightrope of the mind,
I find its centre, stand
ceaselessly watching my watchers.
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I always come back to this poem...I know I've never experienced the horror that 'borderline' patients go through but I feel as if we're all on the edge - just waiting to be tipped over lol you inspired me to write a new poem :)
Thanks, Monad T. I wrote this poem over twenty years ago in an attenpt to understand what someone close to me was going through. After many drafts i changed the perspective of the poem and found it not only worked better for the poem but i felt I gained some insight by imagining myself in her place..