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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There’s a lone tree I see,
reminds me
of what used to be.
I try not to fall under its spell,
as it takes me back to the place
where I once fell.
Looking at it now,
my heart just cries.
Why’d it take me so long
to realize.
Life is good now,
so I turn away,
choosing to leave
all those memories at bay.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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I keep trying
to forget the past.
To leave all the hurts
buried deep
on that old,
empty road.
The place where
I was deserted,
left choking on remorse.
But everybody
wants answers,
and nobody understands
that I can’t breathe.
And when I’m forced
back on that road,
I can’t heal
or even catch my breath.
The air over there
is stifling.
And so many
broken dreams
are still dangling
in the wind.
I can’t keep
reaching out,
grasping hopelessly
at those lifeless strands.
So please,
I’m begging you,
let’s just leave the past
to live where it died.
Or else this life
won’t be worth living
at all.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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We never really hit it off ― he and I
but oh how we tried.
And it was lovely at first,
it really was,
until that fateful day.
The spell finally broke,
the magic drifted away,
and I think we both felt the sting.
But we also both craved
something deeper ― meaningful.
And that something
just couldn’t
be found.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Intense longing
Is what I used to feel
For what he took
Was not his to steal
He ran away
My heart in hand
Makes me wonder now
If this was always his plan
Good riddance to you
Is what I now say
I never needed
My heart anyway
For who wants or needs
The potential to be broken
Should have thrown it away
Before it became his token
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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