Feeling The Fruits Of My Malay

Feeling the fruits of my malay
Pulling there and this way
Struggling to be free, struggling to be me
In this fight that wants to control
The very essence
That makes up this body and fills my soul.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Sharing Thoughts

Sharing thoughts in the quiet of our minds
Touching souls with our hearts on fire
Soothing wounds in the depth
Of things that matter.

Calling out to all that doubt
Pulling them in
To shoulder some of the load
So no one travels a road alone.

Quietly be everything you need to be
Call it ‘Me’
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014