advent of dysfunction

advent of dysfunction

A Poem by Dana Alsamsam
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Borderline personality disorder (BPD)- a mental health condition in which a person has long-term patterns of unstable or turbulent emotions.

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no matter how many circles i walk
in the maze of age lines on mahogany
i always seem to be running away 
from myself

all i do is turn and trip and chase myself
but i'm stuck in this wooden cigar box
with a humidifier that is never
at the proper setting:

a debilitating disorder of imbalance.
it's been years since anything occupied the box
and my skeleton became it's wooden anatomy, 
susceptible and yearning for a flame
to burn endlessly
in my rib cage

until someone runs into me like a house fire
and realizes that i am vacant
save for a bloody heart tethered by a string
to the box's brushed gold latch, 
an innate decoration for the luxury
of personality disorder. 

in some ways i am relieved 
that what i am living so vividly
has a name, but it is disquieting 
that others have stroked the same velvet
and returned in quarters
folded like origami 
all softness lost
in the advent of dysfunction.

they thrive off of paper cuts
because they've lost their appetite
for anything other than drops of blood
on their rigid tongues.

i become the box and the box cutter. 
i am afraid that i will be an  empty
box forever. filling the void
with nail filings and dust, 
swallowing it and hungering for more, 
but destroying every red poppy placed within me
by a lover and crushing it
until i am empty again 
with blood stains tangled in my hair like petals

i watch my trussed heart 
hang from the box latch
like the carcass of a withered animal. 

© 2013 Dana Alsamsam


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OH Dana this was incredibly written. And so honestly revealed.

My first husband suffered from BPD. He went undiagnosed till after our divorce. I imagine this is how it felt for him, trapped, boxed in, empty.

"I become the box and the box cutter.
I am afraid that I will be an empty
box forever..."

I have a few dear friends who also suffer from BPD and as someone who cares for them deeply I found myself relating to this section:

"but destroying every red poppy placed within me
by a lover and crushing it
until i am empty again
with blood stains tangled in my hair like petals"

You capture the high low, the desperation to break free and the consciousness of the cost to self and others. Incredible Incredible Incredible.


Posted 11 Years Ago


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Dana Alsamsam

11 Years Ago

thank you so much- this review means more than i can express especially coming from someone who is e.. read more



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In my line of work I have never come across a BPD who could express such eloquent and delightfully expressive poetry. Normally a BPD expresses their distress through acting out, destructive behaviour.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dana Alsamsam

11 Years Ago

thank you for reading! but ask my psychologist. i have no clue... :(
Unfortunately this a debilitating mental disorder that can affect anyone who has it in a crippling way. You've illustrated the effects it has the mind very well within this compelling write. Great work. A riveting read as well. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very Very deep thought, Sense of unification is there. Loved it very much. I'm a fan . :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


The imagery in this was amazing. Your creative word selection added a beautiful layer to your "many layers", so to speak. Very nice write on a a very real subject. Thanks for sharing. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Dana Alsamsam

11 Years Ago

thank you so very much for your kind words!

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Tags: mental disorder, personality disorder, diagnosis, empty, emptiness, recovery, blood, heart, box, cigar box, trapped

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Dana Alsamsam
Dana Alsamsam

Chicago, IL



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