Detach and draw away
Under the covers
Cold and gray
Endure the cycle of decay
Bury your head
And fill it with dismay
These are the fallacies
We choose to believe
Filling up our heads
Causing us to grieve
Not even worth repeating
Such thoughts are just defeating
So push through and release
While all your troubles
Beg to increase
Say goodbye to the war
The one that’s hidden
Behind your door
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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I’ve been trying inside to heal
Trying less and less to feel
Having the sudden notion
To shut down every emotion
Slipping farther n farther away
Into the great and vast array
Sitting pretty, proud, and poised
Blocking out the senseless noise
Giving up the pointless need
To let others see me bleed
My pen and paper are enough
No need for feelings on my cuff
This world needn’t know
Where all my sorrows go
With nobody standing in my way
I’ll stand tall for another day
Lips pursed and fists held tight
They’ll never know my inner fight
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Amid the chaos
of our cluttered world,
sometimes we have only
but a past moment,
something distinctly different
from all the other colorless days.
And that one solitary moment,
the one we treasure
with fondness and love
gives us something to cling to
when we can no longer see
a single thread of light.
Those rare moments exist
to reassure us during the times
when the dark dares
to snuff out our light.
That one blessed memory
is often what unexpectedly
sees us through.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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The afternoon settles
into a quiet calm.
But it’s here
in this noiseless state,
where I find myself interrupted
by restless winds.
Those unexpected currents
stir up buried memories
of regretful sighs
and uneasy bitter truths.
Then with trepidation
coursing through my veins,
a quiet declaration is made.
I move in silent determination,
carefully traversing
those frustrating fields,
where chaotic blooms
begin to mushroom in my mind.
At last taking control,
seizing those past reflections,
wrestling with the delirium
of all those unspoken things.
And finally after hours
of agonizing lamentations,
those lingering grievances
begin to crumble
inside an iron-gripped will.
All those listless thoughts
long in their coming,
turning to ash,
fluttering lifelessly to the ground,
tasting their very last words.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Robins egg blue
Takes me back to you
You were the loveliest creature
I memorized your every feature
But cornflower days
Were never long stays
I had you for just a short while
Amidst the decaying dandelion pile
You should’ve had more
A bit of forest green to explore
Instead the pacific blue
Became your lifelong hue
Those sea green and periwinkle days
Formed all of your mahogany ways
You stayed purple mountain majesty true
To your olive green and cadet blue
Carnation pink and brick red brown
Followed you into the burnt orange ground
And bittersweet left the taste of gray
As the sky-blue in your eyes faded away
© 2018 Michelle Cook
*Just needed to repost this today. Been thinking of my grandfather and his patriotism. He was my hero and loved this country more than anybody else I’ve ever known. He gave me my love for the United States of America and taught me to never say an ill word about our country. I love you so much grandpa. You were a rare gem in this world and will never be forgotten by me and all who knew you. May you rest in peace today and always.
