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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Theme Week: Loving Yourself – 3

Worthy

I am writing you this letter,
Though I don’t know who you are,
Faceless souls within the void, each
Bright and distant as a star.
Are you withdrawn, shy and secret?
Are you quick, and loud, and wild?
Are you fierce as rolling thunder?
Are you tender as a child?
I don’t know your fears or freckles,
Brilliant shades of eyes and skin.
Are you carved of solid muscle?
Are you soft outside and in?
Though I would not recognize you
Walking by me on the street,
Though we may go our whole lives and
Never have the chance to meet,
I know you have dreams and passions
Pulling you to reach for more.
I know you have wounds and heartbreaks
That have struck you to the core.
These things we all share among us,
We all hold these common threads,
Though we vary so acutely
In the paths we choose to tread.
So I say, with much conviction,
You are worth such love and care.
You have passed the test of value,
Just by simply being there.
You are beautiful and mighty,
Though you feel so very small.
And I know that you are crucial,
Though I know you not at all.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Loving Yourself – 1

Stranger in the Mirror

Who is this woman, this stranger I see?
She stands in the place where I’d usually be.
This glass must be broken, this image is strange
It almost looks like me, but subtly changed.
It’s not quite the face, or the hair, or the style;
A bitter-sweet tilt has crept into her smile.
She has all my features, my lighthearted air,
But something is missing, and something is there.
I once knew a woman who shared the same face,
And she used to stand in that very same space.
But, back then she was still a child, and now
Her soul, though its salted, is better somehow.
With a gleam in her eye, and strength in her stand
A powerful will, and a dream in her hand.
She no longer looks to be scared, or unsure,
Expressions I had often seen there before.
Maybe she’s missing the twinkle that came
With an untroubled heart she can no longer claim.
But though I may miss her, it doesn’t appear
That this one is lacking what made her so dear.
She still has my eyes, which shine hopeful and true,
And she still seems to have some more growing to do.
But now, she seems like she could conquer the world,
This woman who no longer looks like a girl.

– s. Clark

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