In the hospital
What’s the matter?
They are busy and I lie here
Can’t decipher all this clatter.
Pain is deep
But not a smatter
Compared to those around.
Want so dear not to be here
Go home, I want to go home
That is what’s the matter.
Looked in the mirror
An old lady peered
Looking back at me.
Smile at her, be nice to her
For she will be the one to get
You out of here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.
A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Here we go again
Here we are once more
Hold on tight
Rest
Sleep thru the night
Ready for the morning light
Crises come, then they go
In between
Comfort for the haunted soul.
~ Patrice 
I am not a failure
I am me
I am not a success
I am me
I am not another
I am me
I am me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When the answer does arise
May I be ready, not surprised
May I act upon
The words filtering thru
My head to my heart
Unperturbed.
No one else will hear
That sound meant for me
But I must recall
All the times leading up to this
Not forcing me, just acting on
The answer resting on my lips.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Anyone home? Anyone here?
Can’t see the sky
It seems so full of fear
Can’t hear the song of birds so dear
Can’t feel the warmth of the sun so bright
Feels cold, cold as a freezing night
Does anyone know? Does anyone care?
Don’t know the answer
Even if the question hasn’t been asked
Is anyone, anyone here?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2016
With the meeting of my mind
Seeing
Feeling all
That can be kind.
Acting on the narrow line
Lost
Between ridiculous
And the most kind.
No one has to tell
The outcome
Or
The story well.
Just be there
In the moment
Give
Offer kindness well.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Figure it out one step at a time
Walk with pride
Sidestep
Even if you have to duck and hide
No matter the reason the answer is there
Its up to you to find out where.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I find my heart cold
In charge of no life
Making no sound
Finding no life.
Lonely of course
Hardened and cruel
Seeking no justice
A master I’m sure
That is such a fool.
Sudden I hear
A kindness roar
Blood pulsing inside
Like opening a door.
For my heart is alive
Beating with life
Coursing with love
Creating a good life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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