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Blue Evergarden
a book bubble about
Diaries of a Borderline
Literature & Fiction
Author Insight
Leaving the Grave Behind
From inside the casket, she almost believed the vultures when they told her she was worthless, that she was meant to suffer. For so long, despair was the only voice. But in time, something shifted. Hope poured in like light, reminding her she was not too broken, not too much. She stood beneath the elm tree, breathed redemption into her lungs, and began to belong to herself again. Bethuel Kibet wrote: “This is a deeply moving and beautifully written poetic journey through trauma, survival, and ultimately self love… It is not only a collection of poems but also a companion for anyone walking through hardship and searching for light.” For every soul who has ever been told they were too much, for every heart that once felt buried — these pages are proof you can rise, you can belong, you can bloom again.
Book Excerpt
Diaries of a Borderline
From inside the casket, she watched as the elm tree bloomed and withered as spring fell to winter.
She realized everything passes with enough time.
In passing, new things sprout life and life basks in the certainty our dreams outweigh our hurts.
She stood tall and climbed from the grave.
The vultures cawed as the voices from scarlet skies berated her.
“You’re worthless.”
“Who says you don’t have to suffer?”
“Don’t you want to remember her?”
“You’re supposed to suffer.”
“The punished one.”
“You’re wrong,”
she finds the bravery to voice as the sunlight starts to reach her skin.
She drinks in hope like a waterfall of light comforting the parts of her desperate to heal.
The vultures antagonize her, hoping she’ll give in like she used to.
“She hated you.”
“Look at what you’ve done to yourself because of her.”
She was scared to die.
I was punished for living.
I am learning how to let the dead go.
Scarlet skies absolved to lilac blue.
The vultures scattered at the authority she found.
She stood for the first time underneath the elm tree.
Fireflies fluttered in dusk light.
She sighed.
She could taste redemption in the breeze.
Surely, the monsters would be back.
The darkness doesn’t give up without a fight.
It takes as much as it can, always wanting more.
She had nothing left to give.
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