There she sat
At the edge of forever
Lost in the gloom
Of the shadowy weather
Slumped all alone
In her dismal state
She wondered if anyone
Could possibly relate
Was her solitary life
Always meant to be
If only the answer
She could one day see
Forever seemed too far
As the friendless void imprisoned
No condemnation to pass
This was mostly her decision
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; The edge of forever
Little girl
Blond hair blue eyes
Living the happiest
Days of her life
For right beside
Is her very best friend
A young boy
Of almost ten
Dangling their feet
At the end of the pier
Just happy to know
The other is near
Spending each day
Climbing trees
Too much fun
To notice scrapped knees
Riding bikes
All over town
Smiling and happy
Never sharing a frown
Now side by side
Near the river’s edge
Each silently makes
A forever pledge
For he’s her hero
And she’s his muse
Both something to the other
Neither wants to lose
Friends forever
Never to part
Lucky to have each other
From the very start
© 2018 Michelle Cook
I wrote this poem years ago and it always reminds me of my best friend C, and what I imagine it would have been like to grow-up with him. So wherever you are today C, and whatever you’re doing, I hope you have the best birthday ever. Love and miss you… ~M xoxo
True Friends are…
True friends are forever praying
True friends are always there waiting
True friends speak truth and are never faking
True friends love you when your heart is aching
True friends show up when your world is quaking
True friends have you on their mind upon waking
True friends hold your hand when you’re shaking
True friends tell you that you’re amazing
True friends give instead of taking
True friends are never berating
True friends know when your heart is breaking
True friends sit by your side when you feel yourself fading
True friends are there no matter what you’re facing
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Early morning
Darkest night
No one here
To hold me tight
Always lonely
Nobody near
Forever alone
Is what I fear
And even god
Seems distant now
Even he
Has vanished somehow
And reality hits me
That this is it
I’m never getting out
Of this solitary pit
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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