Silent killer,
invisible threat,
wrapped around my heart
like an all-consuming net.
Tugging, squeezing,
barely able to breathe,
this is the reason
why I endlessly grieve.
The elephant in the room
gets heavier on my heart,
feels like my insides
are being ripped apart.
Loss is a thing
I cannot seem to bear;
still, the weight of it
follows me everywhere.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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If only everyone were like you,
but then you wouldn’t be so special to me.
It’s your uniqueness that makes me adore you,
and you’re all that I can see.
There isn’t another I’d rather spend my time with;
nobody else will ever do.
You’re the one I want to share my whole life with;
I just can’t live without you.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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I haven’t figured out yet
why hatred exists,
but it swirls around me;
why must it persist?
It saddens my heart,
this destruction of men,
and I wonder how it started,
or has it always been?
The meanness of this world
lingers all around;
I try to tip-toe right by it
but still, I am found.
A jab in the stomach,
a slap to the face,
always forced to feel
like such a disgrace.
Sadly, this evil lurks
behind every innocent-looking door;
it robs us of our freedoms,
and we’re shunned forevermore.
But a few sympathetic hugs
or some kindhearted smiles
can cause a trail of love
to spread on for miles.
So even when we’re bullied,
we’ve got to fight from within;
instead of spreading more hatred,
there is a better way to win.
Open up your heart
and kiss away despair;
all you have to do
is show how much you care.
The world may drown in hatred,
but you can still survive;
by being humble and gentle,
your spirit will continue to thrive.
Don’t listen to the haters;
you know what you carry inside.
And no matter what happens,
never forget how hard you tried.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Sometimes time away
does us a bit of good
when we’re made to feel sad
or misunderstood.
Rejection is hard,
but being misread is worse;
makes me feel like
my insides might burst.
Sometimes the world
gets me so down,
but then there’s that one friend
who can turn it around.
And thank goodness for the days
when we’re given a little lift;
the burdens get so heavy
as we begin to sort and sift.
I always start to wonder
why warm fuzzies are so fleeting;
I suppose it just depends
on those who you’ve been greeting.
One friend can be a blessing,
but then another can be a curse;
I guess being without anyone
would probably be the worst.
I think we need the right balance
and to be careful who we let inside
because one wrong decision
and then we’re stuck in a divide.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Write me a poem
Express what you will
It doesn’t have to rhyme
Just tell me how you feel
It can be candid or cryptic
Full of love or even hate
Just tell me how you’re doing
I’ll give no debate
The things that you write
Won’t be judged by me
Just say what you want
And set yourself free
Let your words flow easily
Pour them on a page
You might find it helpful
To empty some rage
Whatever spills out
Must come from deep within
And don’t get so frustrated
That you throw them in the bin
Every word matters
The good and the bad
Sometimes this is the only way
To empty all the sad
So please take your time
And tell me how you feel
Be it positive or negative
It’s the only way to heal
You’ll be relieved to have unburdened
What’s been clinging to your soul
It’s the only good way
To feeling happy and whole
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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