Rule breaker

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I grew up believing
That poems needed to rhyme
Without rhythm and stanzas
I was perhaps committing a crime

Then one unexpected day
I began not to care
Looking through the window
I was lost in an intent stare

And I realized in that moment
That the rules didn’t have to exist
Even though scholarly persons
Did often persist

I began feeling the pull
To write whatever I wanted
No matter the amount of lines
I couldn’t allow myself to be stunted

So without losing another moment
I began this journey of writing
I gathered my pen and paper
And decided to write something exciting

Each day I became more eager
Than the day that came before
Because now I was participating
In something I truly adored

Nobody could tell me
I was doing it all wrong
For the words flooded my soul
Like an old forgotten song

And I finally remembered
Who I was deep inside
The girl who no longer needed
To be completely qualified

I just needed to express
Everything I’d buried in my heart
And I wish I had done this
From the very start

No longer letting others
Tell me what to do
I followed my passion
And then I finally grew

I learned to stop letting others
Continually hold me back
To take charge of my own life
Even through many attacks

And now I’m happily
Living out my dream
An amazing realization
I could have never foreseen

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, October 2016

This one’s for you…

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For the one who’s imprisoned in so much darkness that they can’t see through

For the one who’s lost in a sea of emptiness trying their very best to make do

For the one who is laughed at and ridiculed daily, and long ago withdrew

For the one who feels alone because heartfelt loving words are long overdue

For the one who feels worthless and ashamed because of a life of blame, it’s untrue

For the one who feels unloved and unaccepted and just wants someone to run to

For the one who’s dying inside and desperately hoping that God is really true

For the one who has hopes and dreams and is just waiting for a chance to breakthrough

 

This one’s for you…

Never give up and never forget that you are worth so much more than you could ever imagine.

God loves you more in a single moment, than anyone else could love you in a lifetime.

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally Written, January 2016

I still believe…

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I’ve pondered happiness a million times
And questioned my future all too often.

I’ve wished for a change to bring about fulfillment
And sought greener gardens which are apparently non-existent.

I’ve hoped for a chance to make my life better
And dreamt of a love that could fulfill my wildest dreams.

I’ve waited for contentment in the midst of my tears
And so often I’ve wilted and faded from the effects of my sadness.

I’ve looked for opportunities in the most likely places
And have yet to find what I’ve been looking for.

I’ve been stabbed with daggers of disappointment
And felt the heart-wrenching sensation of a million dreams being ripped from my soul.

I’ve felt jolts of uncertainty hit me on a regular basis
And time has never changed the emptiness felt in my heart.

I’ve spent years dragging my feet on a path that has led to nowhere
And yet I still continue on this journey because I haven’t figured out what else to do.

I’ve lost inspiration and ambition along the way
And found discouragement to be my only true and trusted friend.

I’ve struggled to find meaning throughout the trials of my life
And bitterness still resides within the creases of my heart.

I’ve been unable to look beyond the confines of my shattered existence
And yet somehow I still believe in the life I’m living and have hope for the future.

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally Written, December 2016

Only words remain

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The swirling veil of waking mist
Was swept aside as morning kissed
The sleeping world that lay below
And waking winds began to blow

She felt it in her heart that morn
A sense of smallness so forlorn
And even as the breeze danced round
The life in her could make no sound

With silent scream and wordless needs
On paper blood red ink she bleeds
And heart and soul she bares to all
Each page a brick in hearts cruel wall

And on the world she leaves her mark
As shadows creep in somber dark
Her poignant words all that remain
Evidence of the life she lived in vain


This is another collaborative poem, and this time I had the pleasure of working with Michael from Afterwards.  All of his words are italicized.  Thanks so much Michael, for working on this with me.  I really love how it turned out.  😉

The Crazies

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The Crazies as it’s defined
Is a neighborhood of all kinds
Here is some of what you’ll find…

A pastor
Who is always scheming
A polygamist
Who is usually beaming
A newlywed couple
Who are active and fit
A snobby white guy
Who acts like a twit
A homeschooling mother
Who hides in her house
A serial killer
Who is quiet as a mouse
A traveling duo
Who live the good life
An old geezer
Who has no wife
A preppy family
With a dog named bogey
An obsessive control freak
Who is always smoking a stogie
A hoity-toity couple
Who spoil their dog
An ordinary girl
Who likes to write stories and blog
And last but not least
Let’s not forget the seniors
Or the girls that lay in the grass
We call them dreamers
All of these people
Can be found on our street
So come visit sometime
I’ll save you a seat!

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, 2015