Did you see me?
Were you able to tell me
All that needs to be said
All that is held close
No heartache, no dread.
Did you see me?
Did you feel my heart skip a beat
My breath intake
When I looked
Looked at all the beauty.
Did you see me?
Will you help me
Climb into the highest sky
Gliding thru heavy laden clouds
Knowing all will be well
Breathing in, breathing out.
Did you see me?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Sometimes
It makes me mad
Crazy in my thoughts
No hugging
Loving caring thoughts
Just crazy mad
Is all I’ve got.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Let me be alone to wallow
In the sacrifices
I thought I needed to be free
No sudden anger, no hallowed ground
Just loneliness, sadness
These friends I seem to keep
Around.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Imagine
Today is your last day.
What would you say?
Where would you go?
What would you see?
Would it be beauty
Or misery?
I don’t know
Can’t see
But hope I’d make it
The best day to last me
An eternity.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Healthy living
Finds a way out
Of the hollow
Where heartache
Plays.
Seeing the crisis
Changing the rules
Making sadness
Nothing
Not used.
This is my journey
My way out of strife
May I succeed
Have
Such a glorious life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
See it happen
Feel it be
Nothing is by accident
Only
Just as it should be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Gentle and kind
My soul holds my mind
Caressing softly.
Gentle and kind
I hear the words I need
So divine.
Gentle and kind
My soul is
My nurturing wine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Read a sentence
Write a word
Hold the past
Create the unheard
See the future
Make it real
Now in the present
Feel, feel.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
When you see myself
You see someone else
Not the one I want to be
But the one I let you see.
Therefore
I will try to appear to be
The person who’s good for you
And most of all the best of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Let me tell you a story
Of things I cannot grasp
Holding on to everything
Just as if it was the last
Time I’d see you
The last moment to escape
All things I abhor about you
Holding onto ones
That make me understand you
But please make no mistake
It is a story
A story I will relate.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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