10/19/18
Memories of your lips on mine
Turn even the most mundane moments
Right back into a wonderland.
-Sarah Clinton
Tag: Poetry
Double Trouble
10/18/18
We’re quite the pair,
You and I.
You with your pain
And me with my high walls,
Yet neither seem to matter
When we’re together.
You Should Know Better.
July 5, 2018
What a puzzle it is,
The rarity of strength
You claim to be forged by fire
Yet shrink from the smallest of sparks
It is weakness that
Demands submission and subordination,
Fear that you aren’t enough.
Lo and behold,
That’s one of few things you got right.
We both know I’d never choose you
Of my own volition.
The Wrong Way to Heal
10/15/18
Running toward you is like
Throwing my heart into the fire
To rid it of the frostbite from my last.
You always told me I’d get burned.
Courage.
9/17/18
Cruelty is
The coward’s response to pain.
Be brave.
-Sarah Clinton
Empathy
9/16/18
The thing about pain this deep
Is that most of your time is spent
Weaving a cocoon to envelope you,
Shield you from concerned eyes while
Your broken body is wracked with sobs.
Alone.
And the rest of it…
Oh, the rest you spend
Thrashing ‘round like a wounded animal,
Locked away,
Unaware of time and space
Or anything but agony.
That’s when you all but beg
The powers that be
To strike you down for your transgressions,
Whether they be borne from malice or
Simply loving too much.
All I Ask
All I ask of you
Is that you not sacrifice my heart
As a peace offering
To keep your own misery at bay.
-Sarah Clinton
Cheers
12/20/17
It’s okay to drink
If wine is all that’s keeping you
From falling to your knees
At the feet of a man
Who is unworthy
Of kissing the ground you walk upon.
-Sarah Clinton
Vapor
February 7, 2018
You are more vapor than gust, now.
The only remnant of your presence
Appears at nightfall
When the world is all but asleep
And the wind carries along a whispered memory
That, when day breaks,
Is shoved aside
Like those old dreams
Of you and I.
-Sarah Clinton
Charting My Own Waters
Perhaps that’s why it hurt so
When you left.
You had become
My guiding light
The bookends of my days
My Compass.Ever the captain,
I resumed my rightful
Place at the helm
Readjusted the sails
And set course for
A paradise of my own making.
–Sarah Clinton