Posts Tagged ‘despair’

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Thank You

June 6, 2022
Thank You ~ Photo by Patrice

Thank you
for
giving us a special boy

Who by being him
has mended a broken heart 

Breathed life
where there was despair

Given joy
where there was no hope

We thank you
Lizz

So very glad
we met, we spoke. 
~ Patrice  

Ceile and Zeus ~ Photo by Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

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Stolen From My Mind

April 6, 2022
Last used April 6/22

Stolen
from my mind.

Lost
in the wilderness
of
confusion, despair.

Solely injured 
from
brutal stabs 
of
casual indifference. 
~ Patrice  

 

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

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A Place

February 28, 2022
A Place ~ Photo by Patrice

I think the world has come
to 
a place 
of tremendous joy
or
deep sorrow 

Each step we take
will lead us
to
a place 
filled with happiness 
or
despair 

This place 
where I want to be 
is
not hidden 
but
open, right there 
in front of you 
of me 

Take the steps
you need 
to chose
the path to joy
this place
of
happy 

Tread not down 
the deep,
dark hole 
of
desperate agony 

This place 
I think I need 
I feel 
I see
I will be. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

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Let Me

October 28, 2020

Let Me ~ Illustration by Patrice

Let me hold, let me love those
surrounding my heart

Let me see beauty
in the world static or moving freely

Let me embrace tenderly and with care
all those I see filled with grief or despair

Let me know when to be still
and when to move like a lighting bolt

Let me, let me be in all
this I hold, feel, see and care.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Heartache Felt

March 11, 2020

Catlady's House coming down - Photo by Patrice

Heartache felt
Across the world, the land
Will everything be right
Again?

No remorse, only sorrow fills
The body of the man
Lost to the family he once loved
In his home, his homeland.

No more laughter fills the air
Only fracture, anger, loneliness
Despair
Misery shared.

The kiss of love turned to death
Same tomorrow
No future
No one cares.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Confusion, Despair

January 25, 2018

Lion & Rhino Standoff ~ Pastel Art by Patrice

Confusion, despair
Don’t know
Which way to twist.

Fighting heartache
Fighting a vacuum
No air.

Survival is the call
Even if it may feel
Your back’s to the wall.

Stand true
Stand and know
There’s only one you.

You are the one
That’ll come thru
Brave, wonderful you.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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Wind Blowing

November 26, 2014

Wind Damage ~ Photo by Patrice
Wind blowing
Hollering
Thru the trees
Breaking
Smashing
Everything it sees.

Cruel
Sparing none
Blowing all night
Til
The morning sun.

Devastation
Greets the day
All hard work
All blown away.

Nothing left
But clean up
Arrange
And hold back
Despair.

Know
The sun will shine
Once again
Life will go on
Even if the wind
She does blow
Strong.
~ Patrice

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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We Can Succeed

April 23, 2014

Study of hands and paint brushes ~ illustration by Patrice for New Chalice Brushes

We can succeed in this life we need
Accessing those things we hold so dear.

We can succeed whether the sky is fair
Or filled with heartache, anger and despair.

We can see our way in this life we need
For we believe we can and will succeed.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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Deep In A Wretched Chasm Of Despair

October 18, 2013

Old House Window ~ photo by Patrice

 

Deep in a wretched chasm of despair
Struggling, struggling to get out
Out of there
Fallen down a well of no repair
Intimidating, dark down there.

Feel the walls
Feel their strength
They’ll help you climb back up
Into a life of freedom
Happiness, no despair.

Don’t dwell way down
Way down there
In that chasm, that well
Filled with hell
Way down there.

Bring yourself up, out
Feel the rays spreading out
Warming, bringing joy
Happiness all about
No pain.

No heartache there about
As we bask in the warmth
Of the sun, knowing
We’ll never fall back down
into that dark chasm
We’ll never, ever fall
ever at all.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Sunset Rests And Meditates

May 1, 2013

Summer Flowers ~ photo by Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

Sunset rests and meditates
Sees life in all its states
Smiling sweetly, caressing care
This is needed, we must share.

Love of life not destitute
Living on the edge of gratitude
You are mine and I don’t care
To hold the reins of any old despair.

Travel thru bright, clear day
See the sunset rise
Filling hearts far into
Lovely evening tide.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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