There wasn’t much time
There wasn’t a lot
So into the depth I went
I sought.
Not hoping to sacrifice
Those I’d lost
Maybe to recover my love
My lot.
In this life I’ve been living
Living with no thought
For those I’ve hurt or discarded
Certainly I’ve not.
It’s not the time
To think this
No
No, it’s not.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Many regrets
Lay weeping in my head
Many regrets
I just can’t forget.
Many regrets
Many regrets
Are with me still
Many regrets
As of yet.
Many regrets
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Tell me something
I don’t know
Open up my heart
Let my soul know.
Don’t go down
The street of hurt and anger
Or God forbid
We don’t know the answer.
Tell me something
Tell me something
I need
I need to know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Some things are hard to remember.
They crush the spirit, they crush the soul.
We’ll never know what would have happened
If they never had been told.
Muster pass, remember this
They are not your whole world
Only a small part of it.
The beauty of the rest will still unfold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
I am what I am and I do what I do.
All the Best to all Moms
In everything you may want and wish to do!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Never saw it coming
Didn’t know it would
Now have to accommodate
With everything I should.
Never chose the situation
Didn’t know I could
But will immerse myself
Make it all that I should.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I do wonder what would happen
If I didn’t tell the truth
Mired down in anguish
I’d may only say half truths.
Please tell me I wouldn’t
Please tell me I would
Be above and aloof
All the lies lying there
No where near the absolute
My absolute truth.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Great expectations, wonder aloud.
Be in possession of all that is
Bought gently here, on a cloud.
No one will ponder, question or ask
But accept the greatness
One has within them to
Accomplish the task.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
All is seen, all is glad
Be ye thankful
For all you’ve had
Can’t take it away
Nor make it bad.
Just believe in yourself
And just be glad
You’ve been given
A gift that many
Have never had.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson
– 2011
When your heart is sore
Your tears won’t dry
Remember
You’re not alone
We hear your cries.
Remember too
All who we’ve said goodbye
Are with us still
Only running now
Where angels fly.
~ Patrice
– My deepest sympathies to Jan and Doug in their heartbreaking loss.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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