
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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I love the sense of a life lived in these words!
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Thank you, Jaya. It’s been a few years since I wrote this poem and your comment caused me to read it again. Fun to look back on old works and remember the things we’ve written.
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Interesting… This is not a ploy to get you to listen to what I just posted but… Maybe you should
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Gotta just keep livin Stark, despite what you might face. After all, we only get one life. 😉
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prolific and profound provoking one to enjoy the life that is. Dynamite flow as well.
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Thank you very much. 🙂
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surely you are welcome. you write beautifully!
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Awww thanks again. 😊 So do you.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Very nice !
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful and deep
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Thank you 🙂
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Such a powerful piece! I love this! ❤
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Thanks so much! ❤️
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You’re so welcome. 😊
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Now my flesh released from bone
I am but a skeleton of what I have known
My days, long forgotten
This apple from the garden of eden, now rotten
No snake nor devil will ever change my way
I’m but a humble woman
I fight for all the same
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I can tell the song writer in you is still alive and well. 😉
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It’s still in there somewhere.
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You know it is 🙂
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So powerfully written. It captures the elapse of time and the challenges, laments, so well.
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Thanks so much Keith! 🙂
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So so true! Loved this one Michelle.
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Thank you Kate ❤️
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This is very sad 😦 but I love the way you told a story by documenting the years & all the regret. I hope that this will not be me in the future…but I loved this poem x
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Thank you so much Natalya. Let’s just hope it is none of us. 😉
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This is really well done!
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Thanks so much! 😊
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Oh so profound! Why we are never satisfied with what we have and crave what we don’t. A beautiful poem Michelle
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Thank you Sadje, there is always plenty to find wrong with life because we all go through trying times. If only we could see the good in every sad moment and the blessings in every tragic event. Maybe then, we’d finally be happy.
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You’re welcome! And you’re absolutely right
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