My Sarah bunny…

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You’re the only one
who truly ever knew me.
I confided in you
nearly every day.
I whispered to you
all my secrets in the dark,
and promised you
everything my little heart could give.
You were the only one who listened
every day when the fights erupted.
You heard my screams
and comforted me the best you could.
When I cried my eyes out,
spilling out countless tears,
you showed me
that I was not alone.
You never left my side,
which always made me feel loved.
And you’re still special to me,
even though you’re not a living being.
I think you’re the only reason
I had any hope at all back then
because my little girl eyes
couldn’t find love or comfort anyplace else.

© 2020 Michelle Cook

Lost under the bluest of skies

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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


Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/sky-cloud-plant-dandelion-blue-2969489/

 

Words

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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

Missing you…

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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

The Edge of Forever

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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

Like petals wilting in the rain

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Do you ever just feel
That sorrowful ache in your heart
When someone you love
Starts falling apart

It kills you inside
Knowing they’re in pain
It’s this crushing somber feeling
Like petals wilting in the rain

And your heart starts to break
Pieces falling to the floor
There’s nothing you can do
You just can’t save them anymore

For they’ve given up their will
No fight left within
So you wait in the shadows
Silently hoping that they’ll win

But you know the feeling well
Having felt the same way too
All of life’s dismal thoughts
Pressing relentlessly into you

And with that bleak remembrance
Of days that killed you too
You just have to pray
There’s nothing more you can do

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Running to Who from Where

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Running low on hope
empty desires fade on the winds
rescue seems futile in the footnotes
of reckless endangerment
and sin’s
got an $8.50 ticket to my scene
blood, forget, more blood in my dreams
there’s rivers, but I can’t drink
there’s night, but I can’t sleep
just me and my memories run amuck in mind
just me and my sanity, hiatus for long times
just me and my insecurities, I need a sign
just me and
I can’t finish the line
I’ve done so much wrong
Would it even be right?
To go on
To become one with the light?
I’ve won and I’ve lost
Tossed
And I’ve turned
To bring back what could’ve been
That just isn’t me
Once remembered
Once forgotten
And once again
I lay here alone
Ideas and thoughts not of my own
What happened to a home?
Or a place to call my own?
Well that just isn’t foretold
Feeling old
Yet it’s only cold
Feeling gray
Yet what can I say?
To the me that has yet to be seen
Or is that just simply a dream?
Just who am I?
To be brave?
To be saved?
To brave the calling of reality
To lose my senses of insanity
I want to say it’s alright
But how can I?
Just a lie
Then I sigh
Even though I try
I just can’t seem to say good-bye
Maybe there is more
Turning a blind-eye to what made me sore
Yet I can’t let go of the “Who” that is me
And I can’t let go of the “Where” that I might go
And I can’t bring myself to give up
On what might’ve been saved

 

Written by, Devereaux Frazier and Brianna Cook

*All italicized words written by Devereaux.

Just want to say thank you, to both Devereaux and Brianna for your participation.  This poem is wonderfully written.  You both did an amazing job!  😉