Why Have I
Listened to the wind
Blowing in my ear?
Why have I
Tried to give back the gentleness
Life has served?
Why have I
Cried when a sad song
Comes on?
Why have I
Not always felt
That I belonged?
The answers to these questions
I don’t know nor can I tell
For they’re written on a slate
Hidden deep and very well.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
No one told, no one said
the secrets hidden deep
beneath my childhood bed.
Monsters and thoughts
so deep
didn’t make sense
to a little child trying to sleep.
Only my mother and father
could keep
those things below
my mattress and my sheets.
Letting me just spend the night
counting sheep.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The telltale signs are here
And
Then they go
Hidden deep beneath
The ever flow.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Hidden deep inside my life
Is the secret to all
I need to prosper, to survive.
Still and silent I will wait
For the answers coming
Holding all before me.
Catch them
See them
Before they dissipate.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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