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The point of no return

~ ~M ~ 27 Comments

I think we all reach a point
A place of exhaustion
A time of misunderstanding
A feeling of not being heard
The scrapping of knees on concrete
Life becomes too much to bear
So we alter our direction
Scrambling for the door
The one we hope leads to peace
I think I’m at that point
And I’m not looking back
I need to find some place
That takes me far away
Miles from this point of discontent
This place of unworthiness
This time of hurting
This feeling of hopelessness
I can’t keep bleeding
for the rest of my life
At some point
it all has to end

© 2024 Michelle Cook

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Acceptance

~ ~M ~ 11 Comments

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I found myself depleted
Of every last drop
Not even an ounce of myself
Was left in the cup

I’d been spilled nonchalantly
Chipped on occasion
And I’d invited my curiosity
To allow an invasion

I worked tirelessly everyday
To refill my cup
But the pieces gave way
And I had to give up

Even the glue that lingered
Wasn’t that strong
So mending the edges
Went unbelievably wrong

The stains and scars
Still very much remain
And the cracks are reminders
Of so much pain

Thankfully a vessel
Doesn’t have to look nice
So this battered old cup
Will just have to suffice

© 2019 Michelle Cook