December 6, 2017
I thought you were
But a dream.
Then, all too soon,
You were.
–Sarah Clinton
Category: Poetry
Prison
December 8, 2017
And after a while
You learn that even your refuge
May soon serve
As your prison.
–Sarah Clinton
Darkness
I can't recall Ever embracing the darkness.
Not like now. I'd never before sought Nothingness Rather than forging ahead Even when it meant I ran through pain.
Empty Words
He will talk of Empathy, perseverance, and forever. He will call you Love and Sweetheart and Darling, Purport to thank his lucky stars that you exist.
Gone
And just like that
You were gone,
Much like the wave of
Emotion your now-distant
Memory succinctly evokes.
Sometimes, it can be a blessing to have the “one that got away” only a text message away. He, who broke my heart several short years ago, was suddenly my lifeline when Seyi turned out to be a legitimately shitty person. Even now, we are in tune enough for that; still finishing each other’s sentences after all this time. I told him I’d never forgive him if he made me fall for him again…but perhaps I’ve finally (hopefully!!!) learned what Ms. Maya admonished long ago: “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”
Figments
Sometimes in the stillness
I wonder if
He ever even
Existed at all.
-Sarah Clinton
You Are
You are
Every trapped story,
Each unwritten line,
Poem unpublished,
Song unsung.
You are
Love unrequited–
Mine, of course.
You are my muse,
And yet somehow,
A stumbling block too.
-Sarah Clinton
Even in this Void
Oh, my love.
You gouge my heart as
Fast as you could fill it
and
Do neither with any intention.
I never knew
how full and
empty
I could be
All at one time.
Yet even in this void,
there is you.
-Sarah Clinton