🪷 Boundaried, Not Blended

rhyming reflections on my interpersonal dynamics

I tend to blend myself with them
(down deep, I’m tremulous)
when they blend with their feelings
(all comingled, nebulous).

In their dysregulation storms,
my sense of “me” needs tended,
so I can be our lighthouse,
standing boundaried, not blended.

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