Unraveling steel threads

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She grew tired
Of knowing
And tired
Of pretending
For one
Can’t easily forget
A hidden agenda
Emblazoned
In neon orange

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Unraveling steel threads

 

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She was the sun

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She was the sun
And he was her moon
Both went to great lengths
To be able to commune

His pale face always reflected
The warmth of her glow
This was something he shared
So everyone would know

And as each night descended
During twilight’s first view
He would shine even brighter
While basking in her hue

The nights never grew dim
For she was his enduring light
And her luminous display
Made everything alright

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  She was the sun

Bird on a wire

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Once a bird on a wire
She knew he’d fly away
For this was what he always did
Whenever his world turned gray

And after countless farewells
She finally vacated his space
So tired of his fabrications
And of always being replaced

For it wasn’t worth the heartache
Or even the fight of holding on
So she left him where he’d left her
Until he really was gone

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Take these dreams…

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Take these dreams
Which once were mine
And fashion them with
A new design

Turn them into something
Believable and strong
So that I might finally
Move along

I’m so tired of wishing
For things that can’t be
Open up my eyes
And help me see

A dose of reality
Is what I need
If ever I hope
To succeed

 

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Perfect stranger

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I watched each step
As she crossed that road
After leaving the safe shelter
Of her humble abode

Her clothes looked comfortable
With billowy cotton sleeves
And I suspected her socks
Were likely pulled up to her knees

Her hat was placed neatly
Atop a bed of pearly white hair
And as she slowly strode along
I couldn’t help but stop and stare

Her strides were shortened
By hips that dared not move
And her uniquely designed cane
Didn’t do much to improve

She seemed determined
Yet unhurried in decisive fashion
To get to wherever it was
Which was driving her inner passion

I sensed freedom in her jaunt
Though not of the physical kind
And I believe our brief encounter
Was solely meant to remind

For she made me think of the worries
The ones I cling to every day
And yet she so unintentionally
Seemed to leave hers miles away

I knew she’d discovered the secret
Found only in aging years
The one we all hope to find
To help lessen our irrational fears

And so she taught me a lesson that day
About my own life and who I am
And how I shouldn’t worry about the things
That I will never fully understand

I just wish I could thank her
For the encouragement she provided
It’s hard to find that these days
In a world so terribly divided

© 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

Forgotten

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It’s hard to trust again
When someone ceases to care
When suddenly they leave you
As if you were never even there

And it makes me wonder
If I should ever try again
Nobody knows the hurts
I’ve felt deep within

To most I’m just a face
As common as can be
Just an ordinary girl
Who most will never see

I walk through this world
Forgotten and unknown
This is what it’s like
To be dismissed and alone

 

© 2019 Michelle Cook