We pretended we didn’t know each other.
Then we pretended we didn’t like each other.
And because we pretended for so long,
I think I started believing in the pretends.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Take these dreams
Which once were mine
And fashion them with
A new design
Turn them into something
Believable and strong
So that I might finally
Move along
I’m so tired of wishing
For things that can’t be
Open up my eyes
And help me see
A dose of reality
Is what I need
If ever I hope
To succeed
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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
Only you can cause such beauty
Through the things you create
And sometimes I forget to look for you
My human side likes to hesitate
How can I deny your existence though
When the day looks like today
It’s easy to see your glory
When you greet me in this way
I don’t need a book or a preacher
To prove these things to me
I find you in the small things
You’re in everything I see
All I have to do is look
And your presence is made known
The miracle of you
Is always so clearly shown
© 2018 Michelle Cook
He would decide her fate
Though to her it was too late
For her future position was set
Her maker had paid the final debt
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: The position maker
Her Writing Haven 