It’s in these dark moments
When the night is still
I sit quietly, listening for an answer
Even a whisper will do
But like all futile desires
I wait in abandoned apprehension
For I know the likelihood
Is a ruse I dare not believe
And why must I dwell on answers
That I know aren’t really there
It just seems easier
To surrender to defeat
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/violinist-fantasy-inspiration-4972270/
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This really touched an innner nerve with me. How many times, does one sit alone like this? Nicely done.
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More times than I could ever count. 😉
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks for sharing 🌷
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Always happy to share great writing with followers, Dear M,
xoxo 😊🌹✨😘
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So beautifully penned, M!! Bellissimo!!! 😘🌹💖
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Thank you, Chuck. You always say the nicest things. 💛❤️💚
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Well, I’m a firm believer that if someone makes you smile or go Mmm You should tell them so. Beautiful piece, M
xoxo 😃🌹✨✨
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❤️
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Another beauty… love it… keep up the good work.
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Thank you… it’s an older piece, but still relevant. Hope you’re doing well with all that’s going on. 🙂
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This is poignant, Michelle.
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Thank you, Sadje. 😉
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You’re welcome 😉
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Beautiful words xox
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Thank you… ❤️
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Beautifully expressed. Especially like the way you ended this piece.
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Thank you… it’s an older poem that I’ve been meaning to publish for awhile now. How are you doing? Still on the mend I hope. ❤️
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