Shigé Clark Writing



the ocean tells me of its woes

Solitary Refinement

Rough I ride the road to reason,
Changing what was thought to known.
Though I do not seek the journey,
I can walk this world alone.

High I fly on wings of mettle,
Finding, past my heavens flown,
That, deprived them, I keep flying.
I can live this life alone.

– s. Clark


I won’t spread all my scars
Across your soul,
Like a catchy tune
I’m hoping you will dance to.
I thought I was a catch
When I was whole,
Now I am only caught,
And will not trap you too
Inside this mess of mud
That was my mind,
Once fertile fields,
Now memories have flooded
And drown out the careful seeds
That made me kind.
And in their wake,
I fear I’m left cold-blooded.
It’s not your cup to drink,
Your cross to bear.
You have no ties to me,
So I refuse to bind you.
I will tie no one to my side
To keep them there.
I’ll drown alone.
I don’t expect to find you.

– s. Clark

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