Nasty nonsense

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Do you ever just wish
You could take back what you said
And every moment after
Is something that you dread

All those regretful words
Left hanging in the air
Fills you with affliction
Cause you really do care

But something made you do it
Spew your words of hate
A bunch of nasty nonsense
If only you could relegate

Time is the only cure
Likely to save your from your demise
Your only hope left
Is that the memory fades and dies

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Doubt

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My confidence in everything
Often waxes and wanes
Doubt sneaks right in
Trying to take over my brain

I tell myself I’m being silly
But then again maybe I’m not
And perhaps everything I’m doing
Is actually all for naught

And it’s during days like these
That l feel so uneasy
And the more I start to think
The more I get quite queasy

Skepticism is a word
My mind should just forget
Because it likes to stir up trouble
And leave me with regret

I know I shouldn’t let my dubiousness
Get the better of me
But sometimes it’s so hard
With a future we can’t see

Lack of faith in everything
Has always been my trouble
And because I’ll likely never change
I know I’ll always struggle

But I’m not the only one with scruples
And so I try to disregard my concerns
I just need to be patient and wait
For my confidence to return

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Reconciled

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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

The Storm

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As night enveloped
Their fears developed
For they couldn’t see the shore

The rain showered down
Thunder all around
As they huddled on the floor

Lightning bolts flashed
As the swells began to crash
They secured their only door

But it seemed their plight
Wouldn’t relent that night
As the winds increasingly roared

With the cabin secured
They felt somewhat reassured
But the chaos they couldn’t ignore

The storm continued to rage on
Until the brink of dawn
Settling at half past four

It was then they finally knew
That they had made it through
Their tears began to pour

And it made them consider
The misfortunes life can deliver
They were all changed like never before

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt:  Night envelops, fear develops

Born with a paper heart

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I was born with a paper heart,
Soon to be ripped up and torn apart.

Written upon it were false hopes and dreams,
Scribbled out,
Paper heart ripped at the seams.

Folded until tight and not allowing in light,
People tried but I withstood with all my might.

My delicate heart was not to be touched,
Fear of more hurt, in my hand it stayed clutched.

So under my watch my paper heart will stay,
Until the day that the wind blows it away.

 

Written by my closest confidant and dearest friend, Will Power.