Tag: blessed

Poetry

I Am She

Jill L. Ware

She lived her life only for that day,

Walking alone and scared.

If she knew the world would be this way,

She never would have cared.

She cries herself to sleep,

To her, his promises he’d never keep.

Her pillow soaking up the tears,

To her months felt like years.

How he truly felt she was unaware,

Otherwise, she wouldn’t of followed him everywhere.

He wasn’t just her friend,

Sooner or later it was destined to end.

She plays scenarios over in her head,

She’s sure his actions weren’t misread.

She knows it wasn’t a lie,

That he loved her and didn’t have to try.

It seems 100 years have gone by,

He rejects her, I don’t know why.

She will forgive him once again,

So that her mind he doesn’t win.

I am she,

And no longer need him to love me.

Jill L. Ware

#depression #love #bipolar #borderline

Blog, God Gave Me Her

God gave me her to be strong when I am not and vise versa.

Jill L. Ware

My sister and I are never well at the same time. Sometimes months, sometimes years one of us has to be strong and watch over the other. We have the same diseases but it’s as if we trade places on a dime. I thank God that we are on separate axis or something, Lord forbid when we are both ill at the same time.

#bipolar #depression #borderlinepersonalitydisorder

Poetry

Quarantine

Jill L. Ware

                      Quarantine

The majority of our country is quarantined,

From a virus called COVID-19.

Many of us afraid, as we should be.

Restrictions have been made, now we wait and see.

This does not only affect me,

For thousands of deaths there will be.

Please tell family and friends to stay away,

They can come visit another day.

Pray that our wait isn’t long,

And that the statistics are wrong.

When this finally ends,

Will normal ever be again?

Quarantined with my two best buddies!
#quarantine #bipolar #borderlinepersonality
Poetry

Eldest Brother

Jill L. Ware

                     My Eldest Brother

He was just a teenager full of curiosity,

After that day the same he would never be.

All his curiosity left behind,

It was a desire for Christ he would find.

Thank goodness for the ones he loves,

He spends his time praying to the heavens above.

For the sins he thinks we commit,

He would pace and pray before he’d sit.

He has one of the kindest souls you will ever find,

A little leery but always kind.

Always reminding me how much every one needs me,

Which is something I don’t always see.

He is my eldest brother,

I would not want another.     

                                       Jill L. Ware

My brother one of the kindest people you will ever meet #schizoaffecticedisordersucks
bpd, Poetry

Borderline Personality Disorder

Jill L. Ware

You are a true bitch, changing things at the drop of a hat.

Then the flip of a switch, everything is okay just like that.

When you love it is to the extreme, changing in an instant becoming hateful and mean.

Then you finally feel you belong, only to find you were wrong.

Approval you will always seek, I believe it makes you weak.

Open wounds do not scar, you just want to be loved for who you are.

The pain of the past doesn’t have to last. Talk about it hand it to the savior, the fire is lit changing your behavior.

You may not be as good as before, but a bitch you will be no more.

Jill L. Ware

Poetry

My Prince Is Found

Jill L. Ware

Father, Son and Holy Ghost, you gave your life upon that post.

I had looked far and wide, you were always at my side.

I needed someone to love me, but when blind you cannot see.

In a stable you were born, from this world you were torn.

Sent from heaven you set me free, so that forever you could be.

I will praise your name on high, sending prayers toward the sky.

I will never deny your name, it’s for those like me you came.

With you I can do many things, one day earning my wings.

My prince is alive and well, in his house I will forever dwell.

Jill L. Ware