Cold is my heart
As I face the darkness
Brooding there
In the deep bottomless dark.
No remorse comes
To save me
No salvation
Takes my heart.
Just cold anger
Seething
Storming in my mind
Waiting to rip apart.
Anything
That dare face me
Stand and challenge
This coldness in my heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
More than enough
Has come to mind
Now
Deep breath in
Long breath out
Stand firm
Look around
Know what’s coming
Coming about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I wonder
What it is all about
I wonder
What will come about.
My heart is full
My eyes do see
Wonders
In every crack and cranny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When things calm down and all is quiet
The heart stirs with memories, feelings disquiet.
Hard to conceive what has happened
Hard to believe it is now reality.
Chest heaves, tears fall crying
In a crushing rain no one can believe.
Neither can anyone console
Or take this burdened load from you or me.
Yes, when all things are calm and the world seems quiet
The head, the heart are left feeling painfully disquiet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Hope is all I have
To get me through the day.
Hope that all the bad
Will disappear like yesterday.
Hope I have the strength
To stand tall and say
I am good
I am the best
I am all I need
I will leave the rest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Holding all in my hands
Feeling your strength and power
At my command.
Journey long, journey far
See the beauty
In a single rising star.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Follow your heart. Take your time
You have a lifetime.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I know you haven’t seen
The world I see
Know you most likely
Don’t really care.
But to me, it’s everything
It’s my world, my life
My very being
I live it everyday
I wake up wondering
What the universe
Will bring me today.
Will I laugh, will I cry
Or just be silent as I watch
This world come
Take me on a journey
You’ll never see
It’s mine
It belongs only, to me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Today
Is a day unlike any other day
Filled with life
Filled with strife
And too, things nice.
Must make it my day
Do it my way
And at the end, at the night
I’ll look, see what a wondrous day
Was given to me.
Then I can peacefully sleep
In anticipation of what
The day
The next day
Will bring to me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
What is the cause? What is the effect?
What does it mean?
For hearts are broken, cities crumble
Crops decay
Lives destroyed.
And
In the midst of this
A sprout pops up, a giggle resonates
Thunder dissipates
Rain clears all filth away.
There is a God
There is a life
We will not disappear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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