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
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/grief-woman-cry-destruction-pain-5501796/
Those frog pudding days
Just lead to dumpy doorways
Somethings gotta give
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/gate-old-stone-aged-decay-doorway-3718546/
Writing prompt: Frog pudding and dilapidated doorways
Woefully dancing in the glistening rain
The crystal dewdrops try to absorb all her pain
She spies a shadow lurking nearby
Presence revealed she now begins to cry
Glinting orbs of rainbows shatter like glass
Covering her face in a cold weather mask
Distancing herself from the one who brings tears
The glittering gems try to calm all her fears
She leaps away through the showers of delight
On wings God’s graced her with she soon takes flight
Her heavenly father takes her under his care
The cool gentle rain melts away her despair
Her once shivering body now invaded by light
Frees her from the shadow that once haunted her by night
© 2018 Michelle Cook
He lived in a small glass house
Ruled by an ill-tempered wife
She strangled all his passions
And battered him with strife
But one day she struck him
A little bit too hard
And now their tiny house
Is nothing but fractured shards
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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