Time,
I’ve realized,
it’s everything
to me.
It’s the language
I speak,
my one true love,
a treasure
hardly ever seen
for very long.
Time
is indeed
the most
valuable gift
ever given.
And there is
only one
who shares
their time with me,
and that’s why
they hold
my heart.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Are you a filler or a drain,
a booster or a pain?
Are you a happy kind of bloke,
or the kind people wanna choke?
Are you a friendly, loveable lassie
or labeled as overwhelming sassy?
Do you make people wanna roll their eyes,
or is your demeanor full of cheery surprise?
Do you always get booed at first glance,
or does your presence seem to brighten and enhance?
Are you loved for merely being you,
or do others get disturbed by your view?
Are you able to face the reality of who you are,
or does the truth seem frighteningly bizarre?
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Worn and stripped away
Those sharp, rough edges of me
Authenticity
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Having fewer friends
is often more,
close friendships
need caring for.
And the best way
to stay bonded and near
is by loving completely and
being sincere.
Lending your heart
or a sympathetic ear
can help eliminate
all sorts of fears.
And one good friend
is all we really need
for the heart to be happy
and blissfully freed.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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I’ve trudged along your rocky outcroppings
and gathered your weathered body in my fist.
I’ve seen the many layers of you erode over time
and sought solace in the beauty of your unexplainable existence.
I’ve discovered all I am in the vast valleys of your heart
and stood in awe as your snow-capped peaks towered over me.
And there’s never been a single day that I haven’t wept in your glorious presence
because your divine nature pulls all my sorrows right out of my soul.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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