Raindrops never lie,
and yet still, I wondered why.
I guess I should’ve known
because love is never owned.
But still, I’d wished upon a star,
and it didn’t seem all that far.
Yet that’s the illusion of a dream;
it often looks like an intact seam.
So I ignored the knock of fate,
and by then, it was much too late.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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The afternoon settles
into a quiet calm.
But it’s here
in this noiseless state,
where I find myself interrupted
by restless winds.
Those unexpected currents
stir up buried memories
of regretful sighs
and uneasy bitter truths.
Then with trepidation
coursing through my veins,
a quiet declaration is made.
I move in silent determination,
carefully traversing
those frustrating fields,
where chaotic blooms
begin to mushroom in my mind.
At last taking control,
seizing those past reflections,
wrestling with the delirium
of all those unspoken things.
And finally after hours
of agonizing lamentations,
those lingering grievances
begin to crumble
inside an iron-gripped will.
All those listless thoughts
long in their coming,
turning to ash,
fluttering lifelessly to the ground,
tasting their very last words.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Another day dims
but the light of your love
radiates brighter than ever.
In this worn out, weary world
you’re the one constant,
the heart of who I am.
You’re my shimmering star,
the everlasting one
whom I continue to follow.
Even when darkness
overtakes me,
nobody, not one
can change my mind.
For you live within me,
you’re the breath of my soul,
the very reason I shine.
I love you completely,
and I will trust you with my life
because you gave me yours.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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I often wish…
Thunderstorms could be kinder
Perhaps they come
To serve as a reminder
I often wish…
Rainbows could stay all day
But maybe they disappear
Because of all the gray
I often wish…
The moon could be less blue
Perhaps it’s just reflecting
The moods of me n you
I often wish…
The rain could be less wet
But maybe in all the pouring
Our own tears we forget
I often wish…
We could have less gloomy days
Perhaps all the darkness
Helps us appreciate the rays
I often wish…
I could reach up and pick a star
But maybe that would ruin
The wonder of all they are
I often wish…
Snowstorms could stay away
Perhaps they come to remind us
Of times we need to play
I often wish…
The sun could stay and never set
But maybe the reason
Is for the glory we can’t forget
I often wish…
This world could just see
That the beauty all around us
Is a reminder of what could be
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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There she was, umbrella in hand, floating down towards the edge of a gentle stream. At times she’d been like a whirling dervish, full of boundless energy and chaotic vigor. And yet, at the same time, there were other occasions where the current would carry her over long, tranquil airstreams.
She’d glide along over the endless fields, absorbing the grandeur of the picturesque valleys, which all looked more like patchwork quilts than anything else. Then suddenly, she’d hit an air pocket and be frolicking away again, like a frenzied feather on an urgent mission.
Once touching down, she gasped, as crisp waters from a melodious little brook jarred her breezy state of mind. Now, wide awake, she looked down at the icy waters lapping at her bare feet and wondered how she’d come to find herself in such a fantastic place.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
*This brief reflection is based on a dream I had last year. It was the kind of dream that one never wants to wake from. The kind that leaves your heart soaring and your mind enraptured by a carefree spirit. I smile every time I think back on that lovely dream. I just wanted to explore further and see where all those hills and valleys would take me. To get lost in a dream is often such an awe-inspiring experience. I can only hope this year will be filled with more visions like this.
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