I’ve never sought fame,
and I’ve never searched for fortune,
even though the hand I was dealt
was such a small portion.
But when you’re used to having little,
brimming isn’t what you need.
Your life becomes humble,
never filled with pointless greed.
So, I’m thankful for my lot in life;
I’ve been doing just fine.
Meager but abundantly happy
and wonderfully resigned.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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Being separated from the ones you love is a lonely place to be.
I suppose some may never understand what this is like, but I believe most will know this feeling well.
I have had enough of this torture to realize that we don’t get to decide how or when we will be separated.
There are even those we love who will never be able to grace our paths no matter how long we yearn.
The distance from those loved ones may as well be a trip to the moon.
These are life’s true tragedies, and the heart cannot comprehend why this is the way it has to be.
It’s especially difficult during a dark night, one void of loving arms and reassurance.
We cannot then comprehend the reality of our circumstances.
That’s when the heart realizes how truly alone it is and suffers in silence as it mostly always has.
These are the sad truths that often live inside us all.
Few speak of these sufferances, but that doesn’t make them any less painful.
The only way to survive the distance is to reach out as much as you can, sending deeply felt “I love yous” and sincerely honest “thinkings of you.”
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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Insecurities are pointless,
for you’ll never be forgotten
by someone who is meant for you;
the attachment goes far too deep
to be severed by passing fancy.
And inside the heart of every heart
one knows their true intentions.
Thus, nothing will ever fall away
when it is destined for your life.
Simply trust your intuition
as every soul reveals its secrets.
In actions so clearly displayed,
the final test resides so assuredly
within the eyes of those we seek.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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Wilted, that’s how I feel,
a flower that’ll never bloom again.
My petals droop and die,
fluttering to the ground one by one;
will I ever be restored?
I’m going through this phase;
maybe someone can relate.
Emptiness encases me
like a thick woolen glove.
I’m trying to escape the feeling
of being smothered and surrounded
by all that has invaded my insides
over these past fifty-some years.
Is it too much to ask
to be able to understand myself?
© 2025 Michelle Cook
*These were some personal sentiments I found when reading through my journal over this past year. I think I’m much closer to understanding myself now, but there are days when the weight of this world still closes in on me and reminds me of all the things I wish I could change. I’m happy that I never stay stuck in my head for long, and I generally snap back after a few days of wallowing in self-pity. I’m continuing to look for ways to keep a positive outlook on life. Nobody wants to be droopy forever. 😉
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“Everyone sees me differently now,
and that’s ok; I am different.” ~M
We grow
We change
We seek to rearrange
We become
We resolve
We at last evolve
We hope
We fear
We manage every year
Until
there are
no more
© 2025 Michelle Cook
*Happy New Year to my wonderful WordPress family!
May you all grow and change into who you strive to be
and live out your passions each and every day. Love, ~M xoxo
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