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.

18 thoughts on “Solace Among Oaks (Poem)

  1. Beautiful words that create a feeling and place of safeness and understanding. I will come back here many many times to “be”. Thank you-

  2. Beautiful, thank you for sharing this Sylvie! I so appreciate this expression of kinship and support from the natural world. May your healing continue!

  3. Glad your friend encouraged you to share. Poetry is a powerful support in times of uncertainty, fear and confusion. I’ve been drawn to poems recently so yours is quite welcomed.

  4. From the harsh winds of illness to solace and safety among the oaks. Thank you for showing us how your wisdom, courage, and kindness continue to nourish and protect you. C’est très beau !

  5. From the harsh winds of illness to solace and safety among the oaks. Thank you for showing us how your wisdom, courage, and kindness continue to nourish and protect you. C’est très beau !

  6. How beautiful!! Please do continue writing. You have given a gift and through your words, you will touch many.

  7. This is such a lovely poem. I especially liked the imagery – the new buds appearing determined and defiant after the harsh winds of illness have blown so fiercely.
    It makes me feel stronger in my own battles to know that we are resilient and hopeful as the might oak who has stood the test of time.
    Your poem kind of reminds me of a Paul McCartney song, “Little Willow”…

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