I know you haven’t seen me
Nor anything I do
Know
I’m just a back screen
Meaning nothing
Nothing
Ever to you.
I know I won’t be front and centre
In anything you do
But then I don’t care
You see
For you’re nothing to me
Or is anything
You ever do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Feeling the weight
The pain of
What if
No eye dry as I wonder
What if
I’d done things different
Smiled instead of cried
No answers
Just more questions and insistent
What if’s.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Shining sun in the sky
Questions answered
Reasons why
The world is well
Giving all she can
No one cries
Tears of rain
Only ones that fall
Nourishing land
Creatures big and small.
I will live in this life
Feeling the sun’s warmth
Now
And into my afterlife.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
If I could speak and say
To my younger self
The things I know today
I wouldn’t listen to myself
Berate and think I’m not worthy
Of love in anyway.
I’d say beauty doesn’t last
It fades away to something beautiful
Just in another way
What’s important now won’t be
In tomorrow’s day, so let it go
Let it fade away.
I’d tell her she’ll grow old
Live and laugh no matter what
Tragedy may come her way
That all she has to do is just love
Love and live each and everyday.
That’s what I would tell my younger self
If I could speak to her in
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Secrets are kept hidden in the dark
Secreted away in the back of the mind
Never to be revealed to the morning sun
Or voiced
In the depth of the darkest night.
To the grave they are taken
To the grave they will go
Eternity will keep them secret
No one
No one will ever know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I wonder what the bird will sing
What beauty it’s song will bring
To a world desperate
For happy, caring feelings.
Will it create a place so safe
Warm and secure
That no longer feelings
Of anger and hate will permeate.
I wonder what that song will be
What melody, I don’t know
But I’ll listen to every note
That bird sings with such beauty.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I feel your heart
Your quiet strength
I walk aside your silent figure
Not alone.
No words spoken
No hand is touched
But there beside me
My father walks.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Flowing freely on the flow
Floating softly across the sky
Walking slowly around the bend
The funny thing is no one
Knows where I’ve been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Functioning on a level
That will succeed
No need to look back
Nor to the side
For me.
Forward is the way
To go
Bringing with me
Those I love
And most of all
I need.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
No one speaks
No one says
The words that will condemn
The dead
To a life lived in after death
Of misery. anger
No justice.
Instead hands hold out
Gentle love
Make the world a happy place
Make the universe
A living, breathing
Wondrous space.
Where hearts are held
Close with care
No one dies
They live forever
In our hearts
In a heaven
Made right here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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