Finding my way
Sometimes is the hardest thing
I have to do.
Many paths to take
Which is right
For me, for you.
Let no one decide
Make the decision for me
Or for you.
Inside, we know the right path
The one to take
Just listen, they’ll tell you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Time ends
All
Passes by.
No one is questioned
Nor knows
The reason why.
Hearts are broken
Mended
Then left to survive.
Some make it
Others
Well we cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The morning doesn’t run away
It stands and looks ahead
To what will come to be
On this now, breaking day.
No regrets should start the way
no ‘what if’ nor nothing negative
Be brought to this new day.
Only anticipation, happiness
With excitement on the face
That stands, looks forward
To this one bright, perfect day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Now will come and soon will past
Memories will be what will last.
Moving in transition from has been
To that that lasts.
Now can dream, dream at last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I wonder why the words they say
Hurt, cut, fray away.
I’m sure that’s not what they intend to say
Still, it’s happened, it happened yesterday.
Some words were cruel, some just offhand
I lay awake all night, trying to understand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Thoughts at morning
Bring the night to life
Answering questions
Dreamed late last night.
Maybe tomorrow
It will all seem right
But for now
Answers dance
In the morning light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I sit listening
To the world pass by
My heart is open
I do not cry.
Many words are spoken
Without a sound
Never enough love
Is passed around.
I will beckon, I will try
To get the attention
Of the one in charge
Of this world
I’m listening, pass by.
~ 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
Fall has come, its presence felt
The lane is crowded with leaves that fell
Geese fly through coloured hills
Their honks ringing against clear, blue skys.
While squirrels cache seeds
Nuts and whatever they can fill
Holes hidden hopefully to remember
In the cold winter still.
Sorrow, anticipation crowd my mind
At the last of summer as it falls to winter
In midst of such beauty that sends
Chills to the soul and thrills the mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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
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