Look out your window;
what do you see?
Certainly, birds must be chirping
so cheerily.
So why can’t you
do the very same?
Look up at the sky
and adjust your frame.
Focus on the view,
take it all in.
Find the joy
where it’s always been.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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She rests along the horizon,
easily seen from the thirsty shore,
and with a face like an angel,
she could never be ignored.
Her body is ever-changing
as she basks in the summer sun,
and her golden peaks glisten
while her vistas promise fun.
She lays in silent stillness;
never a tremor does she sigh.
The world tramples upon her,
though she never questions why.
She often cries a flood of tears;
still, her strength does prevail,
and even though she’s antiquated,
her beauty never fails.
Nestled comfortably in the earth,
she’s withstood the test of time,
and even though some mar her face,
she still beckons them to climb.
She’s served as a place of renewal
and become a much-needed haven;
she even shares her home
with all the raptors and the ravens.
Exquisite in her gilded grandeur,
layered with the etchings of the past,
her purpose is apparent,
and her glory was made to last.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Do you ever try to send whispers on the wind,
and if you do, what do you say?
Are your murmurs pleasant and cheery,
or do they come out more cold and gray?
What if everyone sent messages on the wind;
do you think we’d all feel more heard?
Imagine a chance to say all you want
and never be deferred.
I often wonder if our soft soliloquies
do sometimes make it to their intended;
to be able to pour out our hearts without reproach
seems like it would be quite splendid.
Confrontation can be so intimidating;
I often wish others could just feel my words.
Spoken sentimentalities drifting on the wind,
is it really all that absurd?
© 2022 Michelle Cook
How does a love
grow so deep;
how does it fill us
until we weep?
Such a powerful force
rooted in the heart,
grown stronger each day
by never being apart.
Physically we can be absent,
as wonton bodies need rest,
and separation often helps
to put us to the test.
But to be intimate together
is about heart, soul, and mind;
that’s where the closeness is
forever aligned.
And so I’ll always be with you,
whether you go here or there,
connected by our love;
eternally aware.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Like a geyser, I gush,
spurting my rage,
but it’s all underneath,
turmoil engaged.
From the top of my head
to the bottom of my feet,
the swells of unrest
continue to heat.
The storm grows stronger,
destruction in its wake.
Still, I try to breathe calmly,
fearing I might break.
And nobody ever knows
the misery I endure;
It’s all just a façade,
a superficial blur.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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