feelings

We hold on…

~ ~M ~ 20 Comments

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We hold on to the feelings
We all once knew
The times when love blossomed
And progressively grew
But things change
And people pull away
We’re left not knowing
What else we can say
It’s so hard to let go
Of someone close to our heart
But often they’ve decided
To make a new start
We can suffer for years
Wishing things were different
The past can haunt us
When we become reminiscent
Then we realize the truth
That life must go on
Even if those we once cherished
Have now permanently gone
And we get through it all
Letting go day by day
Knowing there’s nothing more
We could ever do or say

© 2017 Michelle Cook

Wilted

~ ~M ~ 19 Comments

Wilted, that’s how I feel,
a flower that’ll never bloom again.
My petals droop and die,
fluttering to the ground one by one;
will I ever be restored?

I’m going through this phase;
maybe someone can relate.
Emptiness encases me
like a thick woolen glove.

I’m trying to escape the feeling
of being smothered and surrounded
by all that has invaded my insides
over these past fifty-some years.

Is it too much to ask
to be able to understand myself?

© 2025 Michelle Cook

*These were some personal sentiments I found when reading through my journal over this past year. I think I’m much closer to understanding myself now, but there are days when the weight of this world still closes in on me and reminds me of all the things I wish I could change. I’m happy that I never stay stuck in my head for long, and I generally snap back after a few days of wallowing in self-pity. I’m continuing to look for ways to keep a positive outlook on life. Nobody wants to be droopy forever. 😉

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This is the why…

~ ~M ~ 6 Comments

You can’t erase a feeling
It’s like lying to your soul
Everything you feel
is a product of the whole

The sum of our emotions
remains buried deep inside
Sometimes they all surface
to be a witness or a guide

Everything we hold onto
has a purpose to protect
We mustn’t overlook that
in our attempt to neglect

The will that gathers within
lives to set our spirits free
Provoking our potential
to be what we might be

© 2024 Michelle Cook

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Do you ever send whispers on the wind?

~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

Do you ever try to send whispers on the wind,
and if you do, what do you say?
Are your murmurs pleasant and cheery,
or do they come out more cold and gray?

What if everyone sent messages on the wind;
do you think we’d all feel more heard?
Imagine a chance to say all you want
and never be deferred.

I often wonder if our soft soliloquies
do sometimes make it to their intended;
to be able to pour out our hearts without reproach
seems like it would be quite splendid.

Confrontation can be so intimidating;
I often wish others could just feel my words.
Spoken sentimentalities drifting on the wind,
is it really all that absurd?

© 2022 Michelle Cook

Ignored

~ ~M ~ 48 Comments

Body shocked
every nerve;
this is not
what’s deserved.

Molten lava
flows through veins,
trying hardest
to refrain.

Many questions,
nothing found.
Oh, this strain,
so profound.

Gut-wrenching,
gnawing sadness,
heartbroken,
this is madness.

Neglected now
and evermore.
Guess I’m just
a big fat bore.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

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