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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Remember

Remember you are loved
When your life falls apart,
Remember when it’s crashing that
You always have my heart.
Do not forget my name
When you fear no one cares,
Remember when you feel alone
That I am always there.
Don’t ever doubt your worth,
Don’t give in to the night.
If darkness is surrounding you,
Then I will be your light.
Believe within the storm
That you can make it through,
And even through the highest waves
That I will row with you.
Remember as you climb
That there is always hope,
And even if you fall, then you
Can use me as your rope.
Don’t ever choose to brave
The journey on your own,
Because as long as I exist
You’ll never be alone.

– s. Clark

Fear of Healing

I fear I will forget
The sweetness of your smile
The way it lit my weary soul
And made the fissured world feel whole
If only for a while

I’ve not forgotten yet
But fear the fateful creeping
Of darkness through your bright blue eyes
Within my mind, I fear to rise
To find you lost while sleeping

I hold onto your scent,
You only left its trace,
I held you close to breathe it in
And knew the essence you have been
Where now there’s only space

I fear the slow descent
Of all my knowledge of you
The way you moved, and felt, and thought
And all the happiness you brought
And all the ways I love you

I fear I’ll lose the sound
Of how you laughed so free,
Bursting forth with stunning gladness
Bringing sense and joy to madness
Now only memory

I feel you all around
And fear to lose the feeling
They say the pain will fade in time
But I still feel your hand in mine
And I don’t want the healing

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Nature Personified – 3

The Loss of a Rose

The flower raised its little head
And grew up from the flower bed
To squint into the clouded sky
“How beautiful, Oh Lord, am I?”

“Sweet little rose bud that you are
You shall be lovelier by far.”

The rose then shook its pretty head
And tried to stretch its petals red,
But feared the wind and heat of day,
“No Lord, I shall remain this way.”

“Sweet little flower, do you see
How much more you can surely be?”

“I do not wish to take the chance!
Do I not, as I am, entrance?
I fear the pain my life could hold
If I should break out from this mold.”

“My rose, to bloom is why you live.
Why would you scorn the life I give?”

“I am afraid…” the flower cried,
“I will be safer if I hide.”
The flower then began to wilt…
Beneath the weight of fear and guilt.

“My beauty, every flower dies.
But not each lives… open your eyes.”

But ah, it closed itself within,
Enfolded by its silken skin,
And never its true beauty found
But ever gazed toward the ground

And the Creator, far above,
Mourned for the loss of life and love.

– s. Clark

The Clock

“Please don’t leave me,” she whispers
to everyone she knows
But life is just a crooked clock,
and everybody goes.

– s. Clark

Missing Person

Have you seen a little girl?
I left her here, some time ago
She said that she would meet me here
But I fear it no longer so

Have you seen the girl I left?
I have been searching for her smile
I promised I would come for her,
But I’ve been gone a long, long while

I don’t know how to return,
To find her after all I’ve done…
I have sought through the dead, cold woods
Through corners where she may have gone

I have searched my twisted heart
And scoured through its darkened grime
But she no longer knows my voice…
I fear her lost for all of time

If you find the girl I knew,
Tell her of my remorse and pain
Tell her I’m here within the woods,
Waiting for her to come again

– s. Clark

From Drowning, Saved

The darkness, in its swallow-grip
That holds her underneath the waves
And that would, she should know, consume
But for the reaching hand that saves

To grasp that hand, she must perceive
A light that sears her swollen eyes
The pain so great, that she would wish
To turn and choose her own demise

But oh that hand! That burning light!
That will not let her sink to death
But rather scorch the hateful dark
That steals away her sobbing breath

A soft caress upon her eyes
That tells her she can bear the sight
And, undeserved, a rising hope
To join, and live, and breathe the light!

To be! To live a purpose grand
To break free of the leaded tie
To dance amidst the storm, and laugh
At feeble death. In Him, to fly!

– s. Clark

Locked Rooms

Found a place inside my head
Dark, and dull, and filled with dread
One that no one else can see
Where the hateful thoughts are fed

Found a place that’s all its own
Cheerful words are overthrown
Where the world comes crashing down,
Emptiness that dwells alone

One empowered spear of night
Was enough to quell the light
Strip the joyful to the bone,
Hide the hopeful out of sight

Found a place inside my head
Cold, and crusted liquid red
One with no escaping door
Where the fragile things lie dead

– s. Clark

Of Expectation and Deathless Hope

She gazed upon the fractured sky,
And raised her fist in wrath
To see the crooked cracks that marked
The violent aftermath
Of meeting her. Its fabric torn,
This was its fitting fate.
How could it promise endless heights,
And liberty so great?
How could it boast of boundless reach,
Of aeon twixt the stars,
And, having done, so cast her down
And leave her only scars?
A curse upon the painted vault!
A ceiling, nothing more.
Its searing hues of blacks and blues
Have bruised her to the core.
If, looking up, she had not thought
She heard its thrilling call,
Then she perhaps would not have risked
The rise…and more, the fall.
And now she fears to walk the world
Beneath its fissured face,
Condemned to ever scorn it for
So casting her from grace.

And yet… gazing upon the rift,
Despite all she has spoken,
She cannot help but think that if
It cracks…it can be broken.

– s. Clark

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