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
Thinking about
remembering when
life was easy
and
very different
Was then just a step
I tread upon
to reach the sky
and
beyond?
Did I obtained
my desires
or
should I sit back,
sit down
and
begin again?
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Courting life, fleeing death
Time passes
Taking no regard for
The rest.
Holding close, pushing aside
All things
I love, despise.
In tomorrow
The world may change
Leaving everything
Just the same.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Heaven helps
Holds me close
Doors open
Others close
Life goes on
Changing most
Where I least expect it.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
We may not be together
but we won’t be far apart
and
together we’ll be again
when this misery does depart.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Stories told
Are the stories
I tell.
Are they true
Or did I just say words
That make the story
Told well?
Secrets revealed
Bad parts left out
Who knows
How can you tell?
Embellished or truthful
Telling a tale
To remember.
Not because
It’s told correctly
But told well.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Knowing who I am is hard to acknowledge
When the world tries its damnedest
To change what I am.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Let me hold, let me love those
surrounding my heart
Let me see beauty
in the world static or moving freely
Let me embrace tenderly and with care
all those I see filled with grief or despair
Let me know when to be still
and when to move like a lighting bolt
Let me, let me be in all
this I hold, feel, see and care.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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
Hold me close, hold me tight
keep the light on
throughout
the darkest night.
Let no one say the words
that cut the heart
no matter
all its great might.
Keep me safe, keep me on
the path that’s right
then and only then my world will turn
and be alright.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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