The heart is a treasure
Hopefully, never to be seen
It guides, beats life in a body
Where she is queen.
The mind may be king
But the heart, she is queen
Without her
The mind can’t do anything.
Giving life, birthing life
Holding life in between
No one lives a life without a heart
Hopefully, never to be seen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Write
What you need to.
Write
What you feel too
Doesn’t matter if it
Never sees daylight
Only known on pages
Of a book closed tight.
Write
Let it out
Let it be recorded on
The slate that makes you be
What you’ve become
You see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Delicately
I embrace thee
Softly
I caress thee
While with my whole heart
I unconditionally
Love thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Writing comes easy
It’s the meaning that is hard.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
We keep secrets
We hold them tight
Never exposed
To see the morning light.
We keep secrets
Silent, secretive
They speak not a word
Sometimes to the grave
They’re carried, never heard.
We keep secrets
Untold secrets
We grasp them tight
Feeling the burden
The weight not light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I hear your call
Your quiet voice
sounding throughout
the meadowland.
I hear your call
resonate
from place to place
making all that hear it
Take a stand.
I hear your call
I will be there too
shoulder to shoulder
following
your command.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson 2021
I feel the heaven and the lie
I know the answer I sigh
Nothing is respectful
Nor is it what I need to know
I cry
So I cry.
I see the heaven
I see the ocean’s die
I am part of the earth
Scotched, bleeding dry
That’s why, that’s when
I cry
So I cry
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Hold it still
Let not the movement depict a sound
For in the quiet all will be answered
Salvation will abound.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
May the sun shine bright
On the season
May joy and happiness
Be yours tonight.
May your heart be filled
With all things glorious
May you feel love
Tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Knowing who I am is hard to acknowledge
When the world tries its damnedest
To change what I am.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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