Feeling The Anger, The Pain

Feeling the anger, the pain
Of not being the answer
To what drains the life
From my world, my heart, my family
All that encompasses
Contains.

Could it be tomorrow
When things change, answers answered
The world full of laughter, families together
And nothing, no feeling
That everything is circling
A filthy, dirty drain.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Never Known Where I Belong

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Never known where I belong
Seems to me my whole family
Is just wrong.

Why? Why?

Neither does my love’s
Seem willing to embrace
Me strong.

Why? Why?

I don’t know where I belong
Wherever I go
The same seems to apply.

Why? Why?

Am I from another earth?
Do I belong in a time
Gone by?

Can’t say
Don’t know what’s wrong.

Or should I just understand
The world belongs to those
That accept different as they are
Part of the woven web
Is what we are.

We belong, we belong
I now know where it is I belong.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Never Known Where I Belong

Never known where I belong
Seems to me my whole family
Is just wrong.

Why? Why?

Neither does my love’s
Seem willing to embrace
Me strong.

Why? Why?

I don’t know where I belong
Wherever I go
The same seems to apply.

Why? Why?

Am I from another earth?
Do I belong in a time
Gone by?

Can’t say
Don’t know what’s wrong.

Or should I just understand
The world belongs to those
That accept different as they are
Part of the woven web
Is what we are.

We belong, we belong
I now know where it is I belong.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

Brave And Courageous

Brave and Courageous
They stood on a hill
All together
They stepped forth with one will.

One assembled cars
While two tended farms
And another nursed the ill.

Honest and caring ruckus until
Obligation carried them on paths diverse
I remember still.

Their lives unsurpassed
In honesty, loving and caring
Working shoulder to shoulder
With family, friends and foe.

They may have passed
A long, long time ago
But I feel them still standing
Beside me here
On that same hill.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Snow Is Blowing Once Again

Snow is blowing once again
Spewing doubt of whether
A heart will beat and families meet
In this world or after.

Sadness is a trait
Carried on an atmosphere
That makes us feel so small
Full of heartache, heartache
Is what we feel us all.

Thru the cold may we flourish
Someday in the warmth
Of sunshine of the sun
Share laughter with family
And all friends
No sorrows or past regrets
Just pleasure at its best.

So, may snow blow love
Far into spring
Caressing thru a summer
That’s falling into fall.

Thats, that’s what we hope for
Even have the nerve to request
Oh yes, that would be the best
For us all.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014