You just be you,
who cares what others do.
At the end of the day,
they’ll be gone anyway.
Then you’ll be left alone,
another day unknown.
Because none can ever tell
where you inwardly dwell.
That’s the fun of being you,
even if your secrets are few.
Just be happy you exist,
and go on and be remiss.
Your life is yours to live,
you don’t always have to give.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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Every now and then
I feel this word
even though I know
it sounds absurd
But lonely appears
so very often to me
think I might have
a chronic sensitivity
I often feel it’s power
like a magnet from within
the teardrops collecting
underneath my skin
I try to hold them back
But the pull is so strong
and what I know now
I’ve known all along
I let go of all my promises
seems I’m doing it again
this heart can’t help
but let loneliness win
Most think I’m doing great
I can smile like the rest
but if you look beneath
there’s trouble in my chest
The weight of sadness
suffocates my will
keeping me from everything
standing so still
I know I’m not the only one
so the tears I wipe away
burying them inside me
to live another day
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Be the light that I need
Be the air that I breathe
Be all that I can see
Whenever I forget to be me
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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A sprinkle of balderdash
Dotted here and there
I’ve come so far
Of that I’m aware
A plethora of insight
Bestowed from the start
Given unique visions
I hope to one day impart
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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