Only I Know

Only I know why
Only you can tell me
So reasons won’t
Become the only thing
I see, I know. 

Going past the known
With calmness
Desperately holding on
Caring not
If it’s right
Or
If I belong. 

Cause
Only I know 
Only me has known  
All along. 
~ Patrice 

@Patrice Clarkson – 2023

Sometimes Sadness Falls

Sometimes sadness falls
So far
Desperately need not
Feel that scar
Sadness
Melancholy breeding
Gaining ground.

Spreading out
Seeping deep
Within the psychic far
Oh so far around.

Trembling lips reach out
Grabbing, holding on
No hollow
Shallow victory
But a life
Maybe gone.

Tears stream down
Wanting, wailing cheeks
Splattering near
And on hardened ground
No soft tender place
To be found.

Hold yourself together
Hold yourself
Up to the light
For even if sadness falls
Make it you who decides
On which kind
A loving
Or hardened ground.
~ Patrice

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

A Doe And Her Baby Fawn – Part 2

This is the second part of what I experienced travelling the back gravel roads.
It was something very special.

The fawn walked slowly towards his mom. Wondered if he had been hit, but as I watched him, he seemed to move fine.

His mom was so beside herself. She was a true mom. Her whole presence showed she was desperately trying to get her baby to safety. To get him into the woods, off the road, away from this terror where he could die. Knowing also if she stayed, she too could perish. The horrible dilemma she was in was oblivious.

The fawn was closer to her now and she moved off the road into the grass, then came back out. The fawn ran a bit. I moved slowly ahead then stopped at a safe distance so as not to panic the mom.

She was in the woods, then back out to the grass, to the edge of the road, back to the grass, the woods, the road. The fawn moved closer and closer to her. She disappeared into the woods, the fawn into the grass.
– To be continued

~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012