I feel saddened by words
Which aren’t meant for me
Seems so often the truth
Hides in what I see
And my heart breaks
For what I know to be true
But my head tells me to ignore it
Now what should I do
Do I blindly let life
Lead me by
Enjoying the naïve view
Right in front of my eye
Or should I care
That the truth is hidden
Behind words I see
So plainly written
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Defiled strokes
On soiled canvas
Once vibrant flecks
Destroyed by madness
Disarray strewn
In flagrant display
Immortally disfigured
In austere grey
Regretfully imprinted
On a heart of black
Never to find
Her way back
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Words cannot express
Everything you are
I’ve loved you forever
Even from afar
And on those days
That are cold and bleak
It’s you that I miss
You’re the one I seek
I cannot deny
The things I feel
It’s you that I love
These emotions are real
You’ll always be there
Concealed in my heart
The place where we never
Have to be apart
© 2019 Michelle Cook
To describe him is an impossible task
He is literally everything
And yet so often
We don’t even recognize him
And I ask myself this…
How can someone be “all”
In every way imaginable
But not be revered as such
Are we that full of ourselves
Consumed by the cosmos
The one that He created
That we choose to disregard him
Without hesitation most days
All because he doesn’t suit
Our desirous and covetous needs
I feel I fail miserably
Right in the front of the One
Who gave me my whole life
What does that say about me
What does that say about any of us?
© 2019 Michelle Cook
* Just as I finished writing this piece this morning, and was reading it out loud to myself, a freak snow storm came out of nowhere, with snowflakes the size of my fists. I don’t even know how to describe the wave of emotions that washed over me in that moment. It was truly indescribable. God always is…
I try to mask it
But it’s there
Buried deep
But not deep enough
Layers of days
And even years
Piling on top
Pushing it down
Trying to erase
The ugliness
The pain
The absurdity
All the lies
One small dagger
Could put an end
To all the misery
All that I feel
And yet even conviction
Of a self
I hardly know
Could right
All that’s wrong
But doubt stifles
My strength
Yielding both scenarios
Futile and foolish
So I continue
To suffer
In endless silence
Because I fail
To utilize
The power
I myself hold
To change
To make a difference
Even a slight one
But still…
If only I trusted
The outcome
If only I believed
In myself
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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