
I’m trying to be better about reaching out,
to be more intentional with my words,
but oh, how I fail miserably.
There is never enough time
for every person I love
and for every person who loves me.
I wrestle with being able to give enough of myself,
but at the same time,
I’m trying to save some of myself just for me.
Oh, what a predicament!
One day, I will be done trying;
my body will at last wear out,
and I’ll be lost to the wind,
scattered on some sorrowful breeze,
on some unexpected lonesome day.
Will I have done enough?
Maybe it won’t matter
because maybe in the grand scheme of things,
I am just me — a tiny particle of dust
who doesn’t stand a chance
of making any difference at all.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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You make a difference, Michelle! 🩷
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Thank you, Cindy. So do you! 🩷
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You’re welcome, Michelle.. awww thank you!!! ❣️
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We all leave something behind to be remembered by – a song, a word, a scent. Each dust spec has a story. 🧡
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So true… ❤️
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I love who you are ❤️
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Awww… thank you, Jenn. I love who you are too. ☺️
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it’s okay, being perfect is tiring, just be who you are, and be grateful 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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I’ll take whatever time you have for me friend!
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💛
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Every little bit helps and every little bit matters.
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Thank you, Anneli. ❤️ Sometimes I doubt my efforts.
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No! Don’t do that. I think of it like erosion. A little drip of water on a rock will eventually wear it down.
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Very true…
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I have similar questions and concerns. I’ve become a hermit in the last few years.
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Me too! 😅
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