I know you haven’t seen me
Nor anything I do
Know
I’m just a back screen
Meaning nothing
Nothing
Ever to you.
I know I won’t be front and centre
In anything you do
But then I don’t care
You see
For you’re nothing to me
Or is anything
You ever do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I have lived before
I have lived a life
In the distant past
Good or bad I had
A life before memories
Faded
In the distant past
They didn’t last
As new ones evolved
Different but built on
That life lived
In the distant past.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I am here and you can’t see me
I’m hiding
Hiding in normalcy
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
A million miles away
The sun shines
No matter
The time of day.
My heart must bring
That sun from far
To my day, my walk
My way.
Holding close all
That’s good
All I need to make
It thru today.
From a million miles away
The sun shines
Shines on me
As I’m on my way.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Remember when a laugh and smile
Were the only thing that made
The day’s itinerary song?
Remember when laughter
And carefree days lasted
All year long
The thought of winter didn’t
Come to mind
Didn’t come along.
Then there was when
A door opened up
And seriousness came along.
No smiles, no laughter
The whole day long
Winter winds blew
And the heart was frozen
In sadness
Crying was the only song.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Looking forward, looking back
Living in the present
Trying to keep on track.
No breath is taken lightly
No heartache will
Keep me back.
Living on the precipice
Yet staying on
That beaten path.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Functioning on a level
That will succeed
No need to look back
Nor to the side
For me.
Forward is the way
To go
Bringing with me
Those I love
And most of all
I need.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I will come with you
I will walk at your side
together
we will face the heartache
and
come out the other side.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I feel your heart
Your quiet strength
I walk aside your silent figure
Not alone.
No words spoken
No hand is touched
But there beside me
My father walks.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I wonder, wonder where
The squirrel at the feeder
Came from.
Where the sun was before
It shone in the sky.
When people thought
That they may fly.
What was said when
The mountains fell.
As a earthquake opened up
And shattered the ground.
I wonder, wonder where
The answers can be found.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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