"Dialogue" by Clara Wilson

"Dialogue"

We hide in the darkest corners of the night,

Hidden  from sight and burning...

If it shall rain and cleanse me,

Then I offer you my soul, and it shall hold you

Take this from me...

If the Sun spits fire and burns our corners of the night,

Then i shall map the sky...

I will speak our destination as a whisper in your heart,

You will follow me...

We shall find ourselves dancing on the dark side of the Moon my love,

For you are my gravity...

But if you should burn and fade into the darkness,

Then take my feelings from me,

Leaving only memories...

And I will pray that they will hold me...

Seeing Red by Clara Wilson

"Seeing Red"

 She carried her fire across the field, 

she wanted to see if it would burn. 

Inside her fire was all her rage, 

she held it like a shield. 

Her face disguised the spark of Ire

She alone, was seeing red....

My Sanctuary by Clara Wilson

I found this earth, this softened ground,

and raked it with my hands...

I buried my soul in the middle of nowhere,

and danced to bring the rain...

This is where I will find my sanctuary,

and wait for signs of life...

And if my roots take hold and the ground starts to break,

I will pluck it from the dirt...

I will breathe it in and feel again,

My soul from organic seed...

by Clara Wilson

"Freedom was not a word, it was my Prophecy"

(Special thanks to Aydria, for always being the best muse any mother could ask for!)

In Five Decades Time

In Five Decades Time

Waiting, in brilliant solitude

For his love to seek mine

Wanting, the beautiful one

For his heart to feel mine

Dreaming, the lonely one

For his eyes to see mine

Knowing, the promised one

Will lay his hand in mine

Loving, the patient one

In five decades time

Spare Me Your Little Things

So insignificant are these little things that you have placed before me... 

I have no desire to entertain you 

It is with a guilty heart that you speak with such passion...

Spare me your little things

You had forsaken every heart that opened ...

You walked ten feet tall 

It was you who had the nerve to say, “Look at all I have done” ...

As if pleased with your acts of self righteousness 

Stand pretty, little lion heart, and kindly bow your head ...

And I will snap your neck with a gentle twist and send you on your way 

With twisted tongue and tainted breath

You have nothing left to say... 

"When the Lead Breaks" by Clara Wilson

To write, or not to write

My passion is a flighty whim,

To speak, or not to speak

My words sometimes forsake me...

To feel, or not to feel

My soul is at capacity,

I have put pen to paper

Until the ink runs dry,

On to my weapon of choice

And then the lead breaks...

So I scream loud unto an empty room

"Why do I have to be the strong one?!"

I can weep before the blind,

I can scream before the deaf,

And I can hide within my shadow...

I can curse the darkness,

And I can damn the light,

for neither give me freedom...

I have been the pages in a book,

Turned only to meet the end...

I have crawled into a picture frame,

To be admired then left to hang...

Forced not to speak with a swiftfull gesture

Of a hand pressed to my lips...

Silenced for less than a spoken word,

It can be easily read in my eyes...

And I can loose my way and my release

If when pressed to hard the lead breaks...

"I started writing when I was about 11. Over the years I have written poems, short stories and anything that I was feeling at any given time. I kept journals, notebooks, scratch paper and most currently files on my computer. I always had a desire to do more with my writings. I wanted to share my experiences with people in a way that was just more than words on paper. What a gift I have been given, with photography, as a means of making this happen in a medium that I feel I can truly express all that I have written throughout my life! 

I know that all may not understand my words. Having the ability to put images with my writings and complete a story has given me a sense of completion with every series I have done. It is very emotional for me, but it is welcomed emotion. I love to feel...anger, sadness, joy! Stuffing everything inside and letting it grow into a wall of bitter separation between me and the life I want to live. I feel like I have found my release, my way of processing and exposing myself for those that care to know.

I dream of doing this for other people too, helping them express through written word and imagery their life experiences that have made them who they are today. Everyone wants to be seen and be heard. There is no better feeling than to have others say, " I know what that feels like, I have been there too, you are not alone".

I used to wish I had found a way sooner, as I was approaching my middle aged years, but I realize now that this is my time...this was the right time for me. We all have a voice that yearns to be heard. That is what this series and story is about. Being told to be quiet, being told to keep it in...being told that to show emotions is a sign of weakness. A story of secret self expression because nobody wants to hear your voice.

I have finally found mine and what a sense of relief it has brought to me. I wish for others to find theirs as well..."
~~Clara~~

Watch me Write my Name in the Sand...

She is soft spoken at times,

I notice this when she is embracing something new...

She whispers, as if not to startle the moment,

"Mom, can I go in the water?"...

"Yes Jacie, you can go in the water"...

Her strides consist of inches, 

she is a cautious one...

She says, "Mom, can I go out a little further?"

I say, "Yes Jacie"...

She says, "Mom, can I make a sand castle?"

I say, "Of course Jacie"...

And I looked at that castle and it made me smile,

She had made the best darn sand castle I had ever seen in my life...

When she was done with her castle she said, "Mom, can I be a mermaid?"

I said, "Yes Jacie"...

And when I saw her sitting on that rock flapping her little feet like a fin,

I knew she was the sweetest mermaid I had ever seen...

And after all that could be done was done,

she knew the time was coming to leave,

So she took a few minutes to say goodbye to her sand castle 

and she dipped her feet in one more time...

I packed up our things and asked her if she was ready to leave,

She looked at me and whispered,

"Mom, before we leave can you watch me write my name in the sand?"

I said

"Yes Jacie"...

And when I saw her name in the sand I remembered the exact moment I chose her name...

I knew, before she took her first breath, that I would have these moments with her...

"My Jacie"