Slowly we perceive that we are not alone. There is a world of love and understanding out there. We must seek it out, feel its power, warmth and healing. And then give it back and pass it on.
This is what we must do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Some things are hard to remember.
They crush the spirit, they crush the soul.
We’ll never know what would have happened
If they never had been told.
Muster pass, remember this
They are not your whole world
Only a small part of it.
The beauty of the rest will still unfold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Some dreams are achieved.
Some dreams never see fruition.
Some dreams are dashed.
Some dreams become beautiful only in their demise.
~ Patrice
I’ve spent over the last 17 years most afternoons with you. I’ve cried, I’ve laughed and most of all, I grew. I grew into the person I was meant to be, on this journey made only for me. I’ve struggled with weight, self-esteem, confidence and found not only the route to the answers for myself, but come to understand I’m okay. I’m not perfect, never will be.
There’s only one of me and and I have come thru a lot and celebrate my arrival here, a better place – thanks to you. Without you in the afternoon, showing me, making me question and look for the help I needed, it never would have happened. Thank you. I owe you the life I now live. – Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
White streaks in the soft sand
Remnants of souls long gone
Piercing the light
In the darkness of night
Holding vigil for all that command
Unholy sacrifice on those dark sands.
Duty must absolute command
Sorry for nothing, furrow no brow
Masters of divine now in scowl
Unholy bliss lifting up
Only those who think of buttercups
Making us all sacrificial lambs.
Make it right, don’t deny
All those that suffer in silence nigh
Be nice, be kind
For your turn comes too
And then you’ll know
What must be done
For white streaks in the soft, soft sand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
In the near future and the past
Everything was aghast.
Not so liked but tolerated
Sad to say, that was my past.
I am aghast I let it past
Say no more and move along
My life is worth more
Than a sad, sad song.
See you there
In that happy place
Full of joy, full of grace.
You will bow and I will chase
All the butterflies that giggle
And face the troubles
I’m trying to erase.
Maybe now it does not exist
Because I showed them
I will resist.
Be ye happy.
Be ye pleased because together
We brought them to their knees.
Here, in the near future
And most likely in the past
With absolute ease.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
A strong, outstanding person
Birthday is today.
Becoming one year older
that of course is cause
For celebration!
Happy Birthday
many more
All the best and
I’ll wish you again
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
It does hurt. It does leave a mark on my soul and my being.
Dark place right now.
Looking, striving to see the light
I know is there to free me from my sadness and despair.
It’s within me.
Just look inside and see the beauty, the integrity within.
All you need is there. Let it grow and prosper.
Be you and I’ll be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
On this day
There is a Birthday
Someone special
To all those
Close to her.
Happy Birthday
Many more
Know you’re loved
And held dearly by
All who know
It’s your Birthday!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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