Poetry

The Whispering Oak

Jill L. Ware

The oak stands tall and proud, the wind caressing her leaves.

She shades us from the afternoon sun, there are more, she is my favorite one.

She sees all that happens and watches with care, the view must me great from up there.

One a quiet day if you listen closely “I see you!” You can hear her say.

I whisper in return ” I see you too!”.

Published by Jill L. Ware

Hello! I am a lot of things. First and foremost, I am me. Like it or leave it I believe God made me just as I am. That I need to go through these trials and tribulation to become who it is I am meant to be. does it suck? yes it does. I have two sons and three granddaughter and one on the way. I've been diagnosed with bipolar and borderline personality disorder for several years. This is a way to let my words out, get them out of my head. You are not alone in your struggle with these diseases, it's exhausting trying to be normal. Or what we percieve as normal.

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