Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I saw two hummingbirds
At my feeder today.
They didn’t fight
They hovered and ate
Then, just flew away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
A doormat I will no longer be
Steeped in anger where
Frustration does abound
This is the time to stand
Stand my ground.
Let no one push
Push me around
No need to fight bicker or respite
Just nicely say
No, this is not the way.
I won’t be intimidated anymore
Today or any other day
A doormat no longer will I be
This is the stand that’s going to see
The nice and happy no doormat me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Struggle to be normal
Fight to be me
Not knowing if normal is really me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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