Terrible are the times
Foresaken
In front of me
Married to the anguish
Instilled, harboured
Within my history.
When it is vanquished
Laid to rest
Then and only then
Will living really begin
And loving be
The best.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
The day is bright
With promise from the night
Fills my heart, my eyes
Which see a future
That’s right and mine
To honour.
Conquer those demons
Who want to take it away
Stay in the light
Let those terrors, worries float away
Vanquished by the brightness
In this, the brightest of bright days.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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