This one’s for you…

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For the one who’s imprisoned in so much darkness that they can’t see through

For the one who’s lost in a sea of emptiness trying their very best to make do

For the one who is laughed at and ridiculed daily, and long ago withdrew

For the one who feels alone because heartfelt loving words are long overdue

For the one who feels worthless and ashamed because of a life of blame, it’s untrue

For the one who feels unloved and unaccepted and just wants someone to run to

For the one who’s dying inside and desperately hoping that God is really true

For the one who has hopes and dreams and is just waiting for a chance to breakthrough

 

This one’s for you…

Never give up and never forget that you are worth so much more than you could ever imagine.

God loves you more in a single moment, than anyone else could love you in a lifetime.

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally Written, January 2016

I still believe…

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I’ve pondered happiness a million times
And questioned my future all too often.

I’ve wished for a change to bring about fulfillment
And sought greener gardens which are apparently non-existent.

I’ve hoped for a chance to make my life better
And dreamt of a love that could fulfill my wildest dreams.

I’ve waited for contentment in the midst of my tears
And so often I’ve wilted and faded from the effects of my sadness.

I’ve looked for opportunities in the most likely places
And have yet to find what I’ve been looking for.

I’ve been stabbed with daggers of disappointment
And felt the heart-wrenching sensation of a million dreams being ripped from my soul.

I’ve felt jolts of uncertainty hit me on a regular basis
And time has never changed the emptiness felt in my heart.

I’ve spent years dragging my feet on a path that has led to nowhere
And yet I still continue on this journey because I haven’t figured out what else to do.

I’ve lost inspiration and ambition along the way
And found discouragement to be my only true and trusted friend.

I’ve struggled to find meaning throughout the trials of my life
And bitterness still resides within the creases of my heart.

I’ve been unable to look beyond the confines of my shattered existence
And yet somehow I still believe in the life I’m living and have hope for the future.

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally Written, December 2016

Too late for love

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Night after night
She whispers his name
Calling for him
But it’s always the same

No answer comes
For he’s just an illusion
Created by a mind
Who’s tired of seclusion

So she lays there awake
Against unsullied sheets
Listening to the silence
As only her heart beats

And she thinks of her life
Ever wishing for more
Hoping for a future
To bring all she yearns for

Yet reality sets in
That this could be her fate
And maybe for her
Love is just too late

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Lavender Love

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She just wanted
What he could never give
A life spent together
To be loved and to live

But he could never see
Beyond his own ambitions
Causing her to question
His silent omissions

Still she remembers
The days of lavender love
Those are the memories
She thinks most of

But those were just dreams
Conjured by her naïve mind
And she can’t forget
How he left her behind

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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The little house on the hill

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I used to live
In a little house
On a hill

And oh the views
So beautiful
Even still

A magical place
For sure
It was

A first real home
All just
Because

By the window
I would stand
And stare

Gazing out toward the meadows
Inhaling sweet
Fresh air

Everyday
My love
Did grow

For this amazing place
God did
Bestow

Then one day
My dream
Did fade

My window gone
Another sacrifice
Made

Time couldn’t forget
The love
That grew

My heart more content then
Than it ever
Even knew

That magical place
Now
Deeply hidden

A place
Where my dreams
Were secretly written

I’d give anything
To have
Just one more day

I honestly can’t believe
How long
I’ve stayed away

I think I must have left
My heart
Upon that hill

Because the tug upon it
Is there
Even still

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, December 2016