Some days are sad
In remembering the past
The heartache and anguish
Seems to last and last.
You know years have passed
You know all have moved on
Yet still some days are hard
The sadness seems to go
On and on.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The hearts of men and every woman
Beat, pound a melodic rhythm
Breath taken in, breathing out
Lungs expand and eyes look about
Fingers touch a soft, gentle ground
As feet run full speed all around.
All this done with not a thought
Of how to do it or where it starts
For life begins and only stops
When the end has come
And the heart, it stops.
~ Patrice
© PatriceClarkson – 2018
When I fall
I must get up
Look to the horizon
Never giving up.
Failure is only a learning step
Nothing happens
That you can’t accept
Learn or forget.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Holding on to something right
Moving forward thru darkness
Into light.
Striving to be the best I can
All of this
While living life on my terms
As I am.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
When you stop doing the dance
They’ll play another tune.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
My heart aches for the life
That could have been
The life cut short for no reason
Other than seemed a good thing
To do in the universal scheme.
My heart aches, my eyes bleed
Nothing is fair that I perceive
Maybe tomorrow sense will breathe
Understanding into all of this
Catastrophe.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
My heart rules, my heart says
Be the best and then leave the rest
Don’t look for bad nor tolerate those
That bring it.
My heart hears all kinds of things
Water crashing on distant shores
A baby bird looking for some more
The calling of a lonesome wolf.
My heart feels the touch of necessity
A coffee warm, so tasty
The gentle caress from one
So loved.
My heart does all these things
While beating life and breathe
Into everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Don’t fear the light
Nor the darkness in the dead of night
They will all embrace you
Lead you
With a guiding light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The sun shines bright
Mists have blended
Into the water beyond
No one sees bees
No bats fly
In the expanse that surrounds
Nor does anyone hear
The cry
They’re gone, they’re gone
I rest, I sleep
Maybe there I’ll see
And
Seek a world that once here
Belonged.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Looking out upon the vast history
Of life lived
And made better with dignity.
All is well
And will be the best there is
He saids.
As he reaches down
And kisses me
Upon my undeserving head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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