When
I feel your presence
When
I stand beside of you
I can’t fail
for
there you’ll be
holding. guiding me
all
the way through.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
A little mess was made
And yet the consequences
Were not staged
They came in rolling waves
Bringing pain
Then peace
Breaking on the cheek
Grinding all the way
To aching, hurtful feet
Not sure what to do
Comfort, scold or
let be, let do
The consequences
When
A little mess is made.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018