There are some things that can never be mended; even as much as you try, the result remains upended.
And I’ve learned it is better to let sleeping dogs lay than to stick around waiting for the needle to sway.
There’s a balance to life that just can’t be amended, but sometimes these truths are miscomprehended.
So I’m doing my best to remember all these things and trying not to fret over things I cannot change.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
You were the bent bristles against my skin, causing me to rethink the situation I was in.
Your continuous brushing left me wanting more; I could finally see a rainbow peeking through my door.
The color you displayed forever touched my heart, and my world turned so gray when at last, we had to part.
Sort of like blended bananas when they’re left out all day, their pretty yellow hue turns the color of dismay.
And it’s so very sad the way we both had to leave; the mere thought is still so hard to conceive.
But at long last, I’m seeing color once again; my rainbow was always here nestled deep within.
I think I was holding on too tight to your light when all along, this was really just my fight.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Bent bristles and blended bananas
I once spent a tarnished red cent for a man who was undeniably hell-bent on being an obnoxious and gibberish gent.
And I knew for certain I shouldn’t have wasted my token, but I felt so sorry when the man’s doohickey became broken.
To this day, I still wonder if I’ll ever finally learn not to let a man’s problems be of any of my concern.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Gibberish gents and dog-eared doohickies
I once was a child Left broken and battered Mostly locked away As if I never really mattered
I once was a small girl Always searching for a way To be free from the shackles That plagued me every day
I once was a young lady Just wanting to belong Only realizing my efforts We’re pointless all along
I once was a grown woman Looking for a hand to hold But after a long, futile search I discovered I’d become too old
I once was an old lady Holding onto deep regret Wishing the good Lord Would just make me forget
And now I’m a crushed spirit Dreaming of the past The life I once knew Just went by way too fast
If only I’d accepted The life I’d been given But instead I just looked down Never really livin
© 2020 Michelle Cook
each of us holds it from birth.
We’re all entrusted with the same daily allowance
but not all know its value
and some seem to forget its worth.
The foolish tend to use it up
leaving all those leftover seconds
to rot on silver platters
squandering hours away
on useless, selfish desires
believing they’ll always have more
never realizing there is a limit.
And yet the wise
and the perceptive
they protect time with their very lives
savoring every last crumb
knowing it is a measured blessing to be cherished.
They realize time is meant to be held in a way,
which embraces even the tiniest bits of joy.
And those who are discerning
understand the merit of its potential.
For time truly is the most valuable gift of all.
© 2019 Michelle Cook