I once wrote about a place
That was neither here nor there
A place found between the realms
Of hope and despair
And in that in-between place
I remember finding what I’d lost
Yet finding that place
Came with innumerable costs
And I wonder now
If it was all worth it in the end
For finding what I’d lost
Only made me want to lose it again
And isn’t that how life is
Always searching for things misplaced
So many wonderful things
Seem to vanish without a trace
And when we think we’ve found our losses
We cling on with all our might
Hopeful that somehow
They’ll bring back our lost delight
And yet sadly our thinking
Often leads us further astray
Until we finally realize
We just need to go another way
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Thank you so much for the mention here, means so much to me. ❤️
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Great piece! Blessings to you.
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Thank you 😉
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Most welcome. 🙂
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❤️
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This could be an opening to a new anthology show of short stories. Really like this
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You really think? Hmmm… thank you. 😉
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Nice finish 👍
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Thanks! 😉
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Wow, loved the ending.
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Thank you 😉
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I like this. It’s interesting to think about misplacing things and where they end up.
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Thank you Ashley 🙂
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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