How do I know
Where I’ve been
Where I come from
How did I do the things
I’ve done?
Where will I go
When I’m finished
I’ve completed all
All that I’ve come here
To get done?
Secrets to answer
Questions to ask
I’m sure I’ll never
Be finished with all
These tasks.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The hall is narrow
The ceiling falling down
My way to the living room
Can’t be found.
A method of cooking fills
Mouldy kitchen air
Where cabinets hang
Feeling no loving care.
Nothing to clean away
Night terrors experienced
In a cluttered bedroom
Where sleep is not
Usually assumed.
Another way, another day
Maybe tomorrow will be perfect
Making this just a dream
I dreamed yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Snow flies
And we answer
Why? Why?
Blizzards blow fierce white
Changing darkness
Into a brilliant seeing night.
Cold with icicles
Dripping down
Covering a frigid, frozen ground.
Rivers run underneath
A covering of ice and snow
Sometimes more than a foot deep.
We live thru this
We
We do exist.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Can I venture to the past?
Relax and enjoy things seen
Fix what wasn’t right
Move forward
To this time I live in now
Confident
My heart will no longer hunger
For what has been and passed.
Can I?
Dare I venture to the past?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Then I heard the calling voice say
Believe in yourself, believe today
Believing is the only way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Let my heart understand
The world is open
All is at my command.
Breathe in and out
Feeling magnificence
All about.
Join the world
Bow at her feet
Knowing.
Knowing that living
In accordance to the ancient ways
Nothing is impossible
You’re already on your way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
A robin wings her way south
Buffeting winds
That may drive her off course
Today undaunted
She stays focused on her way
Though wind, rain and snow
She goes to the place
Where the sun glows heat
And where she stays
Til its time once again
To fly north
With all her family and friends.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Why does it happen
What will stop me
From a big cry
How did I let it come to this
Once again.
When will I understand
The process doesn’t need
To harbour all this doubt
Mistrust and anger
Once again.
Now I’ll step back looking at
All that has been
Refresh my mind knowing
I can conquer this and everything
Once again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Some days are sad
In remembering the past
The heartache and anguish
Seems to last and last.
You know years have passed
You know all have moved on
Yet still some days are hard
The sadness seems to go
On and on.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Snow has fallen
Blanket soft and white
Caressing slumber
In a quiet night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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