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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Be
life
In a quiet place
I’ve been away
Not had much to say
Been in a quiet place
Inside a forgotten space
Letting my thoughts swirl
While my feet uncurl
Feeling happy and carefree
As I find the inner me
Enjoying a different view
While still holding on to you
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Shelved hopes
Silent shelved hopes
and bitter tears;
lifeless and disfigured
by mascara smears.
With gloom-wrapped shoulders,
she reaches out a hand,
but the majority pass by her,
and few can understand.
So she sits in stilled anguish,
waiting for a promising sign,
but the world is relentless
and only seeks to undermine.
She realizes she’s a burden,
another rift in society.
And so she sits and languishes
for all she’ll never be.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: A bottle of hope sat on the shelf
Do you have a muse?
Do you have a muse,
someone who inspires;
do they always stand by you
no matter what transpires.
Do they turn your dull days
into momentous occasions;
do they motivate you
with very little persuasion.
Have you found your soulmate,
the one who anchors your feet;
are they the sort of person
who makes you feel complete.
Have you captured the one
who loves you as an equal;
do they bring purpose to your life
and not another boring sequel.
Do you belong to that someone
who always helps you grow;
are you with the one person
you always wanted to know.
Are you with that one love
you can’t live without,
or are you living your life
full of endless days of doubt.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Regarding life
Life can blow in gentle wisps
or suddenly seize the day
in consternation.
So whenever I sense a billowy riff,
I look to the sky for clarification.
Of course, I realize that many storms
pass without peril,
and there is often radiance
after the rain.
But when a particularly vile storm
causes all the flowers to sag,
I know each one understands me.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Her Writing Haven 