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The Uses of Sorrow

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

Someone I loved once gave me

a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand

that this, too, was a gift.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew

That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;

I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,

And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

I've been saving excerpts from poems I read and liked starting from early on in my relationship with my BPDex. It wasn't as long as many others here, only a little longer than 8 months, but it was deeply serious and involved as I imagine many BPD relationships are. Maybe I should just admit we were enmeshed... .

From these two poems, I guess that I felt a sense of impending doom at a certain point in the relationship. Most likely started early on when I learned about BPD. I did think for a while that I could be one of those successful people on the staying board... .but I chose to walk along the "enchanted way" like the narrator of the second poem.

One positive gift I received out of the relationship was a newfound appreciation for poetry. It certainly enriches my life as a hopeless romantic.  :)  I am also grateful to be forced into some serious self examination.

Just musing, apropos of nothing. Well, maybe a little sad, down, and reflective.

I especially liked the first one. Says a lot !

I wrote some poetry myself for my ex partner, but oh well I am a writer after all  lol

That.

Powerful.