The Sun

The sun breaks over a brown earth Left as if dead from winter storms But then In the midst of all broke Deemed dead and dying Is a small green shoot Emerging Bringing life To a winter weary land. The warm sun gives life Nurtures The rising ones Spring Has come As...

Terror Holds My Heart

    Terror holds my heart Still waiting for the worst To subside. And my mind Knows The world Of innocence Will not grow It’ll hide. Only fear Anger Uncontrolled Hate Coupled with Mistrust If we’re not careful These Will dominate. My terror shows...

Some Days

Some days are not OK days. Some days Carry the burden Of yesterday. Some days Your heart weeps Your lips pale. Some days It’s best to think of Another day. Some days ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...