My journey is special
I am elite
No one else walks, talks
Or looks like me.
My heart skips a beat
When I look in the mirror
For there someone exceptional
Is looking at me.
No one in this world
This story or be
The exact same example
The same human being.
I am special
I am me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I know
my heart is broken
I know
life has stood still
I know
I must move forward
I know
my head, my heart, my legs, my feet are standing still
I know
that anguish will be a ever present
I know
that tears will flow
I know
I know
but still
still
I love you so.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
No words to say
None to convey love and understanding
No, nothing comes to mind
To articulate or define
No, nothing
Nothing comes to mind.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
When I look out and see magnificence and beauty
I wonder
Why heartbreak has to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson .com
The heart is a treasure
Hopefully, never to be seen
It guides, beats life in a body
Where she is queen.
The mind may be king
But the heart, she is queen
Without her
The mind can’t do anything.
Giving life, birthing life
Holding life in between
No one lives a life without a heart
Hopefully, never to be seen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Write
What you need to.
Write
What you feel too
Doesn’t matter if it
Never sees daylight
Only known on pages
Of a book closed tight.
Write
Let it out
Let it be recorded on
The slate that makes you be
What you’ve become
You see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Delicately
I embrace thee
Softly
I caress thee
While with my whole heart
I unconditionally
Love thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Writing comes easy
It’s the meaning that is hard.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
We keep secrets
We hold them tight
Never exposed
To see the morning light.
We keep secrets
Silent, secretive
They speak not a word
Sometimes to the grave
They’re carried, never heard.
We keep secrets
Untold secrets
We grasp them tight
Feeling the burden
The weight not light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I hear your call
Your quiet voice
sounding throughout
the meadowland.
I hear your call
resonate
from place to place
making all that hear it
Take a stand.
I hear your call
I will be there too
shoulder to shoulder
following
your command.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson 2021
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