I once was…

I once was a child
Left broken and battered
Mostly locked away
As if I never really mattered

I once was a small girl
Always searching for a way
To be free from the shackles
That plagued me every day

I once was a young lady
Just wanting to belong
Only realizing my efforts
We’re pointless all along

I once was a grown woman
Looking for a hand to hold
But after a long, futile search
I discovered I’d become too old

I once was an old lady
Holding onto deep regret
Wishing the good Lord
Would just make me forget

And now I’m a crushed spirit
Dreaming of the past
The life I once knew
Just went by way too fast

If only I’d accepted
The life I’d been given
But instead I just looked down
Never really livin

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Jonathan Michael was his name

If only I could’ve held him
Seen his lovely little face
But fate intervened
And he was lost
without a trace

I wonder what could’ve been
Our lives will never be the same
Some things we miss forever
And Jonathan Michael
was his name

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: Jonathan Michael was his name

Behind forbidden’s door

Turn this page over
See what’s behind
In-between the creases
I cannot hide
You’ll see my reality
The truth that I face
The depth of my desires
I dare not taste
Each sweeter than honey
These visions I explore
Yet locked in silence
Behind forbidden’s door

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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I miss my America

I miss my America,
the land of the free
and the home of the brave.
Every day I see sadness,
war beaten faces
from battlefields,
found in my own backyard.
We used to be one nation
united under God.
We were indivisible with liberty
and practiced justice for all.
But how many people
even remember
our nation’s promised pledge.
The allegiance we swore
to the flag of our forefathers,
is a promise we failed to keep.
The roots of our republic
have somehow been forgotten
and the turmoil caused
from present day happenings
has torn the unity
straight from our hearts.
It’s a dishonor to our nation,
but even more so
a disgrace to our God.
Freedom of speech
never gave us the right to ruin
what our brave forefathers
fought to defend.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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We taste every word twice

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We taste every word twice
in the aftermath
of our afflictions,
guzzling down granite,
gorging on grit.

If only we instead,
savored the jubilation
found in joy.
Taking extreme care
to feast on the days,
the ones leading up
to all those tumultuous times.

Seems like the aftershock
of our tribulations
wouldn’t be half
as hard to swallow.
And maybe we’d finally
be able to digest the qualms,
which plague our hearts
and hold us in oppression.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Let’s leave the past, to live where it died.

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I keep trying
to forget the past.
To leave all the hurts
buried deep
on that old,
empty road.
The place where
I was deserted,
left choking on remorse.
But everybody
wants answers,
and nobody understands
that I can’t breathe.
And when I’m forced
back on that road,
I can’t heal
or even catch my breath.
The air over there
is stifling.
And so many
broken dreams
are still dangling
in the wind.
I can’t keep
reaching out,
grasping hopelessly
at those lifeless strands.
So please,
I’m begging you,
let’s just leave the past
to live where it died.
Or else this life
won’t be worth living
at all.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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He lingers…

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He lingers nearby
On the edge of the page
The page we’re still writing
Where love continues to blossom
Unfolding ever so delicately
And he’s mesmerized
By the mind-boggling splendor
His eyes so bright
Enthusiastically consumed
With the miraculous happenings
Of what he observes
And he stays a little longer
Leaning in for a closer view
Lingering in the loveliness
Of our imperishable page
So beautifully written
Full of all the days we’ve shared
Memories of us
And the many years we’ve loved

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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The devil in disguise

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Sometimes people cure you
of ever wanting them again
because after enough time,
the realness of them
becomes painfully obvious.

And then it’s hard not to notice,
to see past their ugliness,
to find the beauty deep inside.

And I couldn’t see it anymore,
even though I searched
for years and years.

The disturbing nature
of what I found beneath,
left me wondering if I’d ever
had any sensibility at all.

I am now left in disbelief
of how wrong I truly was.
My overall assessment
was so flawed with personal bias.

But love is blind like that,
and he was the master of deceit.
I suppose he’s summed up best
as the devil in disguise.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Jumbled like Jenga

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Cardboard boxes
End to end
Will I ever see
This floor again

Jumbled like Jenga
Teetering towers
At this point I’ve got
Superpowers

Lifting, squatting,
Moving mountains
Nothing else rhymes
Except for fountains

Dizzy from exertion
I could really use a break
But my will isn’t willing
To negotiate

I’ve gotta get this done
No time to waste
Cause right now I’m feeling
So displaced

And once this is finished
I’ll have me some fun
For I’ll have earned my day
Of sitting in the sun

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Foredoomed

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I recognize your face
Longing for freedom
Submerged in a life
Forbidden of change

The mirror stares back
Unyielding in its curse
For destiny cannot deny
What the universe allows

To forsake the chosen course
Is as foolhardy as the thought
And death would surely enjoy
The aftermath of the volition

So count your numbered days
And live them while you can
The voyage to the other side
Will never carry you home

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Predators

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Predators
They lurk
In every corner

Falling victim
To their darkness
Has been
My lifelong plight

But the light,
The truth
Always outshines
The dim

And I will continue
My walk
Toward bright things

Rather than
Succumb
To anymore pain

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Where you’ll find me

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Look out over
The shimmering sea,
It’s the place
where you’ll find me.

The sea is where
my heart resides,
you’ll hear it as I stand
by your side.

I may only be
your invisible friend,
but I’ll always be there,
even in the end.

Reach out your hand,
and you’ll find mine.
Our hearts and souls
forever entwined.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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My phantom friend

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Orbs of light
dance before me.

Iridescent illusions
begging for attention.

Wisps of wonderment,
mesmerizing and bizarre.

Veiled splendor,
yearning for notice.

Hidden behind
a harsh reality.

And I say…
“I see you.”

My heartfelt wish
is that she’ll keep on dancing

And in nebulous purple,
she remains my phantom friend.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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