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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Sending You a Hug

I’m sending you a hug from here,
Across the vast expanse,
In case you’re needing some support
To face your circumstance.
I want to say, “You’re not alone.”
I hope you hear my voice.
It can be hard to carry on,
But let that be your choice.
And when you feel you’re left unloved,
Pick my hug from the air,
It’s sent for you to hold onto,
To let you know I care.
And if you need a helping hand
Or friend to see you through,
Please know that you can come to me,
And I am here for you.
This world is rife with hurt, I know,
With lonely tears and fear,
But also love and laughter, and
I’m hugging you from here.

– s. Clark

Kindred Souls

How wonderful and rare it is
In this odd and untidy earth
To find a soul akin to yours,
That understands your wild mirth

How wonderful and rare as well,
And tragic as the winter rain
To find a soul that also shares
The hollow echo of your pain

– s. Clark

You Were There

You have been there. The fight has grown so long,
I have lost count of all my battles fought.
My blade is bloodied, and my flesh is torn.
This war that we call life has made me strong,
and each success has been so dearly bought
beneath the weight of struggle and of scorn.

Though there are many crowded at the line
to watch me win the race, you shared the road.
So in the times I fell and lost my heart,
or knelt with broken knees and twisted spine,
you reached to raise me, shouldering my load.
You walked the weary wasteland from the start.

And there are always those who claim the win,
who show up for the trophies made of gold,
but you have been there for the grueling climb.
You offered faithful words and cheering grin
through all the pain, the tears, the biting cold,
through hateful words that rained like acid slime.

So let them come and boast with puffing chests,
and let them list me in their accolades.
The straws they grasp are empty as the air.
For in the times the haggard line was pressed,
I found you at my shoulder in the glade.
Through hell, with all its heartache, you were there.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Prayer – 1

To Me

To Me, to Me, oh child of mine
To Me, to Me in the fray
To Me, warrior, in the hardest times
To Me when the dark hides the day

Come running to the Healer of scars
Whenever the storm won’t abate
Come back to me when you’ve wandered too far
To Me when your wrongs are too great

To Me! To Me when you’re bleeding and raw
To Me when the tears will not end
I’m here, though you’ve broken and mocked every law
Unending, I am still your Friend

Little one, when you need arms that are strong
To hold your bloody pieces in whole,
The times when you know you’ve done everything wrong,
To Me, with despair in your soul

To Me, oh my child, with blood on your hands
Rest your head when you are weary
To Me, when you know you can no longer stand
And when you can see nothing clearly

To Me when you doubt, and to Me when you rage
To Me when you fear every road!
To Me when you’re young, and to Me when you age
To Me, come to Me with your load

And if you should break so you cannot go on,
In life when your head is bowed low,
Then bring me your cares until they are all gone
To Me, dear one, I want to know!

To Me, for I’m kind. To Me, for I’m good
To Me, for I don’t ever leave
Even though you do not do as you should,
I give love until you receive

To Me, for I’m wise, and to Me for My will
For no one else will be enough
To Me for your needs. To Me, and be still…
To Me for My limitless love

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Impressions – 3

KwC (Kite String)

He is my steady kite string,
Keeps me tethered to the earth.
Winds of sorrow or of mirth
Cannot pull me from his grip.
He will never let me slip,
But would never clip my wings.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Impressions – 2

PtC (Lungs)

If he was my sunshine, then you are my moonlight
Lighting my way through the night
As you gleam.
You are what kept me from plunging to darkness
When the sun fell from the sky
With a scream.
If he was my song, then you are the music,
Playing on still, even though
I don’t sing.
The song left my lips, but I go on dancing,
Grateful that I can still hear
Anything.
You are the spine board that keeps me from breaking.
You are shock therapy
Deep in my brain.
You are the breath that lets me keep on living.
I’ve lost my heart,
But my lungs still remain.

– s. Clark

Rosalind

You are the light that bursts through the clouds
Of a dreary, dull, gray day
The rose petal in a shifting pile of ashes
The soft blanket that guards against the chill of night
Green, speckled eyes, with a gentle, soothing scrutiny
Full of wisdom, far-reaching and calm,
Like the ocean reflecting the glimmering glory of the sun
A listening ear, a ready smile, a beautiful mind
With love for life that forbids denial
Gorgeous, witty, gleeful, and sure
Dear, dear girl, keep walking
The world is being shaped around your feet.

– s. Clark

Encounter on a Plane

“That would be me,” I told him,
Pointing to the seat beside,
He stood and held his hand out
Offering it as a guide.
“I saved it for you, highness,”
He said, twinkle in his eye,
“Though so many pretenders
Claimed your throne within the sky!”
I thanked him for his valiance
In defense of my good name.
He laughed his gratitude, for
No one else would play his game.
So I scoffed and looked affronted
As we took off into flight,
Lamenting that the world could so
Ill-treat a gallant knight.

– s. Clark

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