Poetry

I often wish…

~ ~M ~ 22 Comments

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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Inner battles

~ ~M ~ 24 Comments

People come
and people go,
like the weather
is it all for show?

My deepest desire
is to see someone stay,
to keep a promise
and never go away.

Maybe I’m just needy
and want it all,
I tend to dream
of the impossible.

Regardless of everything
I want the love of a close friend,
one in which
I can always depend.

I believe that life
gives us what we give,
this is what allows us
to fully live.

So I try to relinquish
the tender parts of my heart,
I’ve always done this
from the very start.

But I know deep down,
I’ll never be the only one,
for I am merely
a fraction of the sum.

And yet sometimes I still forget
there isn’t just a “me,”
the equation is more
than what I can see.

Plain as day
and black as night,
this dose of reality
is my darkest plight.

I remind myself to accept
all that I can’t change,
even when life seeks
to rearrange.

There is nothing else
I can possibly do,
I can’t hold on
without the glue.

I’ve become accustomed
to letting life move past,
for I know dreams
they often don’t last.

I only wilt further
when I choose to hold too tight.
These are the battles
I continue to fight.

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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This is my chosen place

~ ~M ~ 17 Comments

This is my chosen place
here in this footloose space.
My niche where anything goes
cause nobody really knows.

I can be happy, or I can be sad;
I can be the good girl or even be bad.
And people can only ever wonder
what kind of spell I’m under.

Nobody ever really knows
my story and how it all goes.
I love this unconfined space.
This is my happy place.

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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Unacceptable

~ ~M ~ 19 Comments

His words fester beneath the surface,
weary words of disdain and ill repute.
But what can I do,
and how can I be anything more?
For I am just another daughter,
a regret still in the making.
And my existence is a constant reminder
of all he’s ever done wrong.

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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How are you?

~ ~M ~ 38 Comments

There are days when you are close,
but mostly days when you are far.
And sometimes, even the stars
seem to wonder where you are.

This pushing and pulling
due to some odd gravitational force
always leaves me to wonder
if you’ve just gotten off course.

And my soul is forever searching,
looking for a definitive sign,
to show me you’re alright,
in the midst of this decline.

I’m always aching to understand
and know for certain you’re okay,
but it’s difficult to know sometimes
when you’re so far away.

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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