Living with and overcoming Bipolar and Borderline Personality Disorder
The flag blows as to say, “Look at me!”. The ever changing colors of the trees.
Chimes hang from the gutters with care, the tunes they are quite rare.
The brass bell swaying just a bit, awaiting my departure in the trees the birds sit.
The sky a vibrant blue, fluffy clouds stare back at you.
Mums, gourds, pumpkins and spice, all that makes everything nice.
Today a day for the books, a fall day as beautiful as it looks.
Jill L. Ware
The Bouquet is full and bright, on this God has surely shone his light.
Geraniums crimson red, the color of the blood His son shed.
Suzy she is a black eyed lady, there isn’t a thing about her shady.
The Mandeville bursting with pink blooms, heavy with buds it’s stems loom.
With petals as fine as paper machete, the poppy has come out to play.
The cornflower in the deepest blue, is always staring at you.
Then tiny but true is the one called baby blue.
Jill L. Ware
Imperfect we were meant to be, so our flaws he could see.
Each of us made unique, so the Savior we would seek.
I have scars that will never heal, imperfect the make me feel.
No one notices nor cares, that someone’s mark my face bares.
These lesions I hide well, to look you cannot tell.
It’s no birth defect-I am not blemished, with me He is not finished.
Society is like this bunch of candies. All different flavors and packaging. Some of us covered by the blessings of our God. It is up to us to preach of his love and faithfulness. So those that are weak and naked may have the opportunity to be clothed in his redemption and love.
I have loved him since the day he was conceived, the joy he brought me I’d never believe.
His personality was that of a clown, lifting me up when I was down.
He was terrified to go on stage, which got much better with age.
Eventually I left his dad, It was the worst feeling I ever had.
Joint custody was not for me, forever changed our life would be.
Me his mother you would never guess, what a beautiful mess.
Drums, guitar, piano are just a few, of the many things he can do.
He is smarter than I ever was, excellent at all he does.
He will never know the love I carry in me, forever in my heart he will always be.
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
Our Roses Were Yellow 
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