Holding On, Holding Close

Holding on, holding close 
all that I love and cherish
through
the darkest time.

Let us not be separated
or
hurt in anyway 
any kind.

This I ask
I pray
to
the wondrous, great Divine. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

Working Hard

Working hard 
But seem stuck in debris 
Struggling, attempting
Fighting
To get free. 

Is help on the way 
Or
Am I by myself 
Can I pull it off 
Sit back, relax 
Harbouring no doubt? 

This I hope, I do pray 
But as of now 
I’m stuck
In
Disaster’s stinking muck.
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022 

Saw My Heart Filled

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Saw my heart filled
With love
And yours with such cold
Not caring bold disdain.

I wasn’t told
You’d soon depart
Or how I’d be shattered
Blown apart.

It seems it doesn’t matter
For that’s what you expect
When the heart
Is torn, ripped away.

Not sure why
I didn’t cry or follow
You out the door.

Instead I closed my heart
Denying for a time
That I wished
You would have stayed.

But now I wait and hope
And pray
That you’ll come back
Someday, someday.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Only Can Hope

Only can hope and pray
That everything today
Everything
Will turn out okay.
~ Patrice

Good Luck America! 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

If I Need To Write

If I need to write
I will write.

If I need to cry
I will cry.

If I need to see why I pray
I’ll find why I need to.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

It’s Going To Be Okay

It’s going to be okay
All this badness will fade away
It’s going to be okay.

Tears will be for not
It’s going to be okay
On this sad but sunny day
I know, I pray
It’s going to be okay.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson 2014

Saw My Heart Filled

Saw my heart filled
With love
And yours with such cold
Not caring bold disdain.

I wasn’t told
You’d soon depart
Or how I’d be shattered
Blown apart.

It seems it doesn’t matter
For that’s what you expect
When the heart
Is torn, ripped away.

Not sure why
I didn’t cry or follow
You out the door.

Instead I closed my heart
Denying for a time
That I wished
You would have stayed.

But now I wait and hope
And pray
That you’ll come back
Someday, someday.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Friday Is Today

Friday is today
End of one start of another
Just like every other Friday.

I pray I make it good
This day this Friday.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013