Lovely is the budding flower
Still daring to bloom at first frost
Fighting its way from the chrysalis
Determined not to become lost
© 2018 Michelle Cook
determination
Anchored avenues
I thought those avenues
Were sound and secure
You had me believing
And damn I was sure
But only a fool believes
In things they can’t actually see
And now I know exactly
What you did to me
Those anchored avenues
Were apparently all for show
The truth came out
And so I let you go
People always ask me
If regrets still exist
But how can a broken heart
Even want to persist
The absence of you
Has only made me stronger
And I’ll never regret
Not wanting you any longer
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Rubbish
Writing through writer’s block… Take #347 😉
It’s a bright sunny day
Hardly a cloud in the sky
And yet I’m at a loss for words
And I don’t really know why
There’s plenty of things
I’m sure I could write about
Instead I just sit here
With such rubbish coming out
Many people have told me
To give it a rest
Some say it’s simply
Just a meaningful test
But without determination
How can I ever overcome
Isn’t this the best way
To get out of my slum
This poor keyboard
Has seen better days
And she’s begging me to stop
This foolhardy craze
And yet I’m determined to write
If it’s the last thing I do
Sorry if you’ve gotta suffer with me
Though all of this too
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Her Fortress of Solitude
Plagued by daily thoughts
Of disorganized whimsy
She’s forced to relegate to a chair
That’s tattered and flimsy
Shoved into her hand
Is a warm cup of black tea
In the other hand a pen
And a notebook on her knee
Sipping the day away
With an intense look of determination
Sometimes random smiles appear
Others times grimaces of frustration
Secretly she knows
The story which she’s telling
She only hopes that others
Will one day find it compelling
Carried far away
By all of her imaginative thoughts
She fervently scribbles down words
Ever assessing the plot
Biting her lower lip
She stares out the window
Very carefully considering
Who will be her hero
Time ticks away
And she’s oblivious to the passing hours
All she can think of
Is who she’ll entrust with superpowers
Every decision must be impeccable
And scrupulously thought out
She’s knows there cannot be
Even the slightest bit of doubt
© 2017 Michelle Cook
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