Cocky

[Wennie]

COCKY

I got you as a child

From Granny and Pops you came

You nibbled gentle on my finger

In a cage you sat

Around your leg a chain

You could talk so nicely

“Bugger Bugger” you would say

And you would get louder

If we were naughty

During the long summers day

You could open the back door

Come inside and sit under a seat

You butted heads with my dad

And would bite him on the feet

I would but you on my tricycle

And you would sit upon the tray

I would sit you in the middle of the driveway

To stop a girl coming across to play

You lived to well over 100 years old

Then one morning mum found you

And your small body was very cold

She carefully wrapped you in a blanket

And very gently I did hold

You were so very much admired

I so very much loved you

You were my childhood friend

A Sulphur- Crested Cockatoo

[Lozenge]

Poetry is very nice

Here's a poem about my day today

I have BPD

It means borderline

I feel like crying

But I have no tears

I went to [edited by moderator] today

The tree there was very clean

And very respectable

Everything about [edited by moderator]

Told me I was lucky to be there

Borderline I feel like

I have been tricked and cajoled

I feel I have done too much

But how do I let someone go

My choices are laced with fear

And terror

Oh that I didn't have this burden

How can I go forward

When all I want is to go back

[tyme]

Hey @Lozenge ,

Thank you for your poem. I hear you. 

I know what it is like, first hand, to have BPD. 

Please know you are not alone in feeling this way.

Note: we've had to edit out the location as it is quite specific and can compromise your anonymity.

[Wennie]

Hi Lozenge. 

Thanks for sharing

I have been diagnosed with borderline too (amongst other things)

I find writing poetry helps.

Take care

Cheers