Words
I wrestle with them.
Some are just worth fighting for.
And even one good word can make life worth living — bringing hope to a day, which might otherwise be dark and dismal.
But a bad word can be so disheartening — often reminds me of a rosebud that wilts before it ever has the chance to bloom.
If only our words could always be like rainbows,
we’d never have to feel so gray.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I miss the one I once knew
The old you
I miss the distant days
The old ways
I miss the witty rhymes
The old times
If only the old
Could be what I forever hold
I’d never have to miss you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
My curiosity
Has been cured
The boundaries
Are no longer blurred
For the truth
Has been revealed
All those illusions
No longer concealed
And I’m better
Than before
Finally happy
For what’s in store
What a difference
A few weeks can make
When you’re finally
Wide awake
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Lack of love
Hurts my heart
Why can’t people
Ever be smart
Can’t they see
What they’re missing
Love is more
Than just kissing
With genuine love
Souls connect
Hearts entwine
There’s no neglect
Is it so hard
To love this way
This is all
I have left to say
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Dismal days
Are all the craze
Everyone’s living
In a haze
Could this be
Just a phase
Or are we stuck
In a repeating maze
Look at the way
People gaze
So many lost
In a doleful daze
Will we ever find
Those hopeful rays
Or stay prisoners of
Depressive waves
Can we all give
Encouraging praise
Or will morosity
Be what stays
Everyone has a choice
To change their ways
Kindness has always
Been what pays
Can you share
Your love full blaze
There really isn’t time
For delays
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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