I wrote this in October of 2002 about my first son’s bio dad. I had a lot of residual resentment for my son’s bio dad. Therapy would have helped with processing processing the trauma but at least I had poetry.
The thought of you never escapes my mind
not even for just one night
Your little game has caused me a lifetime of hurt,
resentment, and pain
Now I’ll never be the same
And I will forever ask myself
Why is it me and our innocent child
the ones to suffer for your thoughtless actions?
Him, without someone to call dad
and me,taken away from my youth
Forced to grow up too fast
Life on the BPD 
I relied on poetry and writing pretty heavily when I was younger to deal with my mental health. It’s very cathartic isn’t it. I still write but haven’t done any poetry for a long time.
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Definitely. It’s my go-to coping mechanism when I’m having a rough time.
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Journeying deeper into the mind by unwinding with the written word is so cathartic Eliza. Keep journeying within. The ride feels overwhelming in moments but the mental healing is pure liberation.
Ryan
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Exactly. It does feel like liberation. 👍
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