I remain lost
Under the bluest of skies
Nobody, not one
Sees the hurt in my eyes
I am not free
To be who I choose
No matter what I do
I always seem to lose
I once thought
That love was real
But the longer I live
The less that I feel
And the truth is
I’ve never belonged
This is how It’s been
My whole life long
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Time
each of us holds it from birth.
We’re all entrusted with the same daily allowance
but not all know its value
and some seem to forget its worth.
The foolish tend to use it up
leaving all those leftover seconds
to rot on silver platters
squandering hours away
on useless, selfish desires
believing they’ll always have more
never realizing there is a limit.
And yet the wise
and the perceptive
they protect time with their very lives
savoring every last crumb
knowing it is a measured blessing to be cherished.
They realize time is meant to be held in a way,
which embraces even the tiniest bits of joy.
And those who are discerning
understand the merit of its potential.
For time truly is the most valuable gift of all.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/time-machine-old-school-watch-1450051/
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 just spent two long hours
Pouring out how I feel
Then deleted all the words
That I wanted to conceal
I was rambling on
And nothing made sense
I feel like everything I say
Is in self-defense
I guess I’m just feeling lost
Because everyone is gone
And most don’t understand
How I’ve felt all along
And so the tears have won again
Like they sometimes do
I guess this is just what happens
When I find myself missing you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
It’s hard to trust again
When someone ceases to care
When suddenly they leave you
As if you were never even there
And it makes me wonder
If I should ever try again
Nobody knows the hurts
I’ve felt deep within
To most I’m just a face
As common as can be
Just an ordinary girl
Who most will never see
I walk through this world
Forgotten and unknown
This is what it’s like
To be dismissed and alone
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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