In the hospital
What’s the matter?
They are busy and I lie here
Can’t decipher all this clatter.
Pain is deep
But not a smatter
Compared to those around.
Want so dear not to be here
Go home, I want to go home
That is what’s the matter.
Looked in the mirror
An old lady peered
Looking back at me.
Smile at her, be nice to her
For she will be the one to get
You out of here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Running now
Running far
Can’t see the end
Not so far.
Running slow
Then very fast
Running smart
To kick some ass.
Running out
Bringing back
Running right
Away from all that.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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
I’ve been in a bad place
My heart sad
My soul disgraced
I didn’t know what was pure
What was right.
I didn’t know, I couldn’t fight
That hurt I felt
It cut me through
I didn’t
I couldn’t sleep at night.
Better now
Now I feel rays of warmth
Holding
Basking that same soul
In glorious full sunlight.
Now I know
Now I see
The world is mine
It’s all it has to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When I reach for the sky
I lose the restraints that keep me tied.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sadness comes
and goes
Strive to feel
The pain
Then let it go.
No use to dwell
And ponder
Just see it
And let it go.
It makes you
No less
It makes you
No more.
It just makes you
The one to love
For evermore.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Heaven helps those that need
No asking, just need
If you look, if you care
Those you need will be there.
Heaven helps, heaven cares
Feel it round, feel it near
Know it’s always
Always here..
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
You know the answer
You know what’s sane
You know no one can make
Your life full of pain
The only one who can
Is living there in you
And you must make sure
No one lets it happen
No one
Not even you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A bluejay came
Looking for seeds today.
Then as I watched him fly away
I’m sure I heard, heard him say
“Do hurry and get them
Please don’t delay!”
I heard him
I’m sure I heard him say.
~ Patrice
Patriceclarkson – 2016
To cry is human.
It shows you care.
To laugh is human.
It shows you have joy.
To anger is human.
It shows you feel.
To remember is human.
It shows you have been.
To die is human.
It shows you have lived.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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