The Lore of me

By

Patricia Harris

I tried to write
the lore of me,
telling the world the truth
of my forgotten reality.

Perhaps it was written
in script too dark to read…
or maybe I wrote it carelessly
because no one sees me
honestly.

Sympathy

By

Patricia Harris

lost in the notes
of overwhelming sympathy,
the pages flooding over me,
I am struck by the reality
of the dreams we leave behind.

Perhaps the story we hide
is to protect both me and you,
from the truth
we rush to headlessly.

My Wings

By

Patricia Harris

my wings were clipped
before I had grown
strong enough to fly…

so I crashed as they said I would
crawling upon the ground
trying to reach home once more …

I had to recreate my wings
from the bones of the soul
they burned within.