I still believe…

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I’ve pondered happiness a million times
And questioned my future all too often.

I’ve wished for a change to bring about fulfillment
And sought greener gardens which are apparently non-existent.

I’ve hoped for a chance to make my life better
And dreamt of a love that could fulfill my wildest dreams.

I’ve waited for contentment in the midst of my tears
And so often I’ve wilted and faded from the effects of my sadness.

I’ve looked for opportunities in the most likely places
And have yet to find what I’ve been looking for.

I’ve been stabbed with daggers of disappointment
And felt the heart-wrenching sensation of a million dreams being ripped from my soul.

I’ve felt jolts of uncertainty hit me on a regular basis
And time has never changed the emptiness felt in my heart.

I’ve spent years dragging my feet on a path that has led to nowhere
And yet I still continue on this journey because I haven’t figured out what else to do.

I’ve lost inspiration and ambition along the way
And found discouragement to be my only true and trusted friend.

I’ve struggled to find meaning throughout the trials of my life
And bitterness still resides within the creases of my heart.

I’ve been unable to look beyond the confines of my shattered existence
And yet somehow I still believe in the life I’m living and have hope for the future.

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally Written, December 2016

Certain people…

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Isn’t it funny how certain people
Seem to make time stand still
There are just those certain persons
Who can give us quite a thrill
And it’s only every so often
That we meet such a friend
And the boundaries of their love for us
Seem to have no beginning or end
We just sort of mesh
In an amazing kind of way
There is never a single moment
Without something to do or say
And when you have a friend like this
You can’t help but want them near
Because it’s such a rare thing
To find a person who’s this dear

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, January 2017

Exciting news! Read all about it!

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Well, I’ve got some rather exciting news to tell all of you about, and I just can’t hold it in any longer.  Some of you may have noticed that I’ve been rather aloof these days, and I promise you, it comes with good reason.  I have been secretly working on 12 poetry books, and my first one is finally ready for publication!  Can you believe it?  Well, I can’t… seriously, it seems so surreal to me.  I just got my proof in the mail yesterday.  Isn’t she purdy… 😋

Anyway, if you’re into lovey dovey, mushy type poetry books, one which is bound to leave your heart fluttering right out of your chest, then you’ll want to order a copy of my book for Valentines Day.  I promise you it’ll be the perfect gift idea for your sweetheart.  Of course, I am a little bias I suppose.  So here’s a heads up that it’ll be released for publication on February 1st.  Like I said… just in time for the big Hallmark holiday.  And if you have the sudden urge to be all romantic, you’ll be able to buy my book on Amazon before the big day arrives.  Gee… maybe I should find a way to throw in a free box of chocolates with every order.  I’ll have to work on that.  😉  ~M xo

Her Fortress of Solitude

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Plagued by daily thoughts
Of disorganized whimsy
She’s forced to relegate to a chair
That’s tattered and flimsy

Shoved into her hand
Is a warm cup of black tea
In the other hand a pen
And a notebook on her knee

Sipping the day away
With an intense look of determination
Sometimes random smiles appear
Others times grimaces of frustration

Secretly she knows
The story which she’s telling
She only hopes that others
Will one day find it compelling

Carried far away
By all of her imaginative thoughts
She fervently scribbles down words
Ever assessing the plot

Biting her lower lip
She stares out the window
Very carefully considering
Who will be her hero

Time ticks away
And she’s oblivious to the passing hours
All she can think of
Is who she’ll entrust with superpowers

Every decision must be impeccable
And scrupulously thought out
She’s knows there cannot be
Even the slightest bit of doubt

 

© 2017 Michelle Cook