I felt the oaks’ embrace
The gentle acceptance
Of their long branches
Brush over me tenderly
And whisper in my ears
You are safe here
You belong here.
And my body relaxed
And my fears surrendered
I felt held in kindness.

Was I an oak in a previous life?
I feel a kindred connection
With their twisted branches
And amputated limbs
Scars of past hardships
Of a life that knows suffering
And has grown past it.

I find solace among the oaks
I feel my sorrows echo theirs.
The harsh winds of illness
Have blown my life apart
Yet, spring will come
And green buds will appear
Defiant, determined.

I find solace among the oaks
I feel my pain has found a mate
I can open my heart to them
And know it will be safe.
They will listen to my distress
With unremitting kindness
And whisper back tenderly
That, I too, can grow past this.

This poem was published in Survivor’s Review, Volume No. XVIII.

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