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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Growing in Graveyards

Growing in Graveyards

Theme Week: Valentine – 3

They Are Beautiful

They are beautiful.
the way he looks at her,
like he can’t believe she sits there,
real, and raw, and regal before him.
He grips her hand like a lifeline,
and she traces her fingers down his arm
like a map back to shore.
They keep inching toward each other,
entangling further and further across the table,
hearts barely held apart by separate bodies.
He is her world,
and she is the universe through which he spins,
madly, wildly, flying,
but tethered in orbit
by the assurance of her hold.
They exist in their own space,
rolling through the void,
infinitesimal as dust, immense as galaxies,
and they are beautiful.

– s. Clark

Patchwork Past

You are sewn into my life now,
Quilted patch, part of the whole.
Whether I may love or hate it,
You’re imprinted on my soul.

– s. Clark

Happiness Conflicted

With all I learned from knowing you,
I’m happy that we met.
With all the pain of loving you,
I’m happy to forget.

– s. Clark

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

Avalanche

He was a quake who knew not how
To slow his rough advance
And she was snow, but in his arms
Became an avalanche.

– s. Clark

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