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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Theme Week: Loving Yourself – 2

Treasure

It does not do to dwell on the ugly,
Though we all surely have it within,
The grime that we all feel inside us,
All the scars strewn out over our skin
But, you know, there must also be beauty,
Though you say that you only see dirt,
There is music and magic and moonlight
Where you feel only anger and hurt.
And I know that you look at yourself, dear,
Finding nothing worthwhile to prize,
But I have a vast secret to tell you,
If you manage to block out the lies
If I lean very close, and I whisper,
Will you heed my small voice in your ear?
If I promise to keep my words gentle,
Can you open your soul up to hear?
If I told you your heart was a treasure,
And how worthless you feel, a façade,
For the price to win your love and beauty
Was the blood and the breathe of a God
Because long before you saw the ugly,
Knew yourself deep enough to feel guilt
There were galaxies raised to enchant you,
And his love is what ordered them built.
If I told you that you are so precious
There has been a decree by the king,
That for you there be sunshine and oceans,
And flowers sent to you in spring.
You are made up of stardust, eternal,
You are stunning and strong as the earth.
Please know, when you feel unimportant,
Not a soul here can measure your worth.

– s. Clark

Worthy of War

I remember
Gazing at your smiling face
Soft, round cheeks
That soaked in all my kisses
Bright, wide eyes lit with wonder
As yet untainted
By all the cruelty of the earth
And I heard
Your gurgling, squeaking voice
Pure emotion, not yet twisted
With the sounds of explanation
Or curbed by bitten tongue
Tiny, grasping fingers
Reaching for the world
And I thought, so ironically,
“This, if anything at all,
Is a thing for which
I would go to war.”

– s. Clark

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