Until the very end…

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I was once a bright shining star
Never once realizing
That my days were numbered

But over the course of many moons
I did finally succumb
To the darkness which surrounds us all

Of course, there’s no going back now
The only way through
Is to catch the tail of a passing comet

And catching one is easier than it looks
They move so fast
Before you know it, they’re long gone

But maybe, just maybe, I’ll get lucky one day
I’ll vanish into oblivion
And come out the other side renewed, and reborn

That is if there actually is another side…
That’s still the question
The one I’ll never quite be certain of, until the very end

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Aurora nights

Hope

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With such little time
I must break free
Of all the darkness
Surrounding me

For light and love
Are surely near
The fact of that
Will soon be clear

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Echoing desires

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

Faith 

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Plainly put
She needs more
Not the pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow
But instead, that bit of light
The one beckoning her
From the end of the tunnel
She walks cautiously
Uncertain of where to step
For the ground is uneven
And the rocks are jagged
Does she dare continue?
That tiny bit of light
Seems awfully far away
She sighs…
It’s likely just a mirage

 

© 2019 Michelle Cook

The Invisible Highway

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Will it make a difference
If I open this book
What would I read
Where would I look?

Will the words guide me
Or show me the way
Does it really make a difference
What I do or what I say?

If it really is a gateway
To a vast world beyond
Why doesn’t anyone
Ever seem to respond?

It’s so dark in here
And the distance seems too far
Am I really just grasping
For a non-existent star?

Where is this highway
The one I’m told exists
Am I just stupid
Or is there something amiss?

So many questions
Where has the truth all gone
Is this story actually factual
Something I can depend upon?

Who can tell me
Will I ever really know
Or is this life I’m living
All just a fabricated show?

© 2018 Michelle Cook