A thought
An ember
Long gone
Before I remember
A memory
A curse
Inside my head
It only gets worse
A fantasy
A desire
Images racing
About to expire
An epiphany
The truth
Those memories
Weren’t waterproof
© 2019 Michelle Cook
ideas
A better outlook on life
When I think about my life
And don’t focus on mankind
I feel such a positive feeling
As I leave the world behind
And I think about the beauty
The things that God has made
And when I give my worries to him
I’m left feeling unafraid
I wish my mind would dwell more
In the places where he resides
For I know I feel most comforted
When he’s standing by my side
But I get lost to a world
Full of rejection and despair
And so I try to fit in
Which doesn’t get me anywhere
But today is a new day
A chance to try again
And maybe this time
I’ll just give everything to him
© 2019 Michelle Cook
The blahs
I often find
I’ve no words to say
Especially at
The end of the day
But inspiration can
Bring all kinds
Softly nudging ideas
Right into my mind
And I think about some
Who haven’t written
Two months, three days
Since the writing bug’s bitten
And let me tell you
It affects me too
All those words
They used to spew
Now they’ve just left me
Without hardly any hope
It’s the reason I often
Just wanna mope
You see…that’s what
Sadness does
Makes you miss
All that was
And yeah I know
I’m not making much sense
Thankfully dispiritedness
Isn’t an offense
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Originally written; October 2018
The wonder of inspiration
It’s always fun to see
Where we glean our inspiration
Especially during those times
Of wordless frustration
Sometimes it’s a word
A picture or a quote
Or other times it’s simply
What someone else wrote
Often it’s the news
A book or a short story
Which gives us the means
To write our own allegory
There are so many things
Which speak to our souls
A writer’s mind
Is never in control
And even these words
Right here on this page
Have come from a place
I cannot gauge
So I sit and enjoy
My mind’s aimless ramble
It’s something I’ve never
Been able to unscramble
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Wilting efforts
If success is only measured
By man’s own heart
Than what the hell have we been doing
From the very start
We live each day
Trying so hard to get ahead
And with all this mindless shuffling
It’s a wonder we aren’t dead
We scurry and worry
Then we sigh and we cry
While all along never realizing
We’re really just living a lie
Because this isn’t actually living
It’s not about what we’ve done
At the end of the day
We aren’t even having any fun
Instead we’re torturing ourselves
Frustrated by our lack of gain
Each day is just a wilting effort
Driving all of us insane
We’ll never accomplish everything
And never be all we’d like to be
It shouldn’t take our entire lives
For us to finally see
We’ve got to stop measuring our happiness
By the world’s standard views
And take on the dauntless challenge
Of living a life of a whole new hue
Daring to risk it all
Our regular lives might come with a cost
And yet without even trying to change
We forget we’ve already lost
© 2018 Michelle Cook
*This is what my brain produces at 3 am when I can’t sleep. Lol… Have a great day everyone! 😉 ~M
Writing prompt: Wilting efforts
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