I once was…

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


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Monday musings

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It’s easy to feel lost
In a world so grand
With thousands of people
Who cannot understand

We’re just one small speck
In a universe so vast
The memory of our lives
Will someday be left in the past

So be all that you can
In this brief life you’ve been given
And don’t ever forget
To spend each day truly livin

Always remember this
It’s never too late to start anew
And try to give everyone in your life
The very best of you

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Autumn revelations

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Stretch out your hand
Pull me in
Feel the measure of my love
From where it begins

Set deep in the backdrop
Of a brisk autumn day
My love awaits
And it’s there to stay

Once you grasp hold
Never let go
The boughs may break
But I want you to know

That in this life
You can reach me on a breeze
Always there to comfort
And put you at ease

So don’t ever forget
This promise I give
Now take hold of my hand
And begin to live

© 2018 Michelle Cook

This is love…

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As I sit here and ponder
There’s life all around
Though hardly any
Ever makes a sound

Grown up so handsome
Exquisite and tall
Each one is there
To watch over us all

If only these beauties
Could somehow speak
And give us the answers
We so desperately seek

However, a tree
Could never talk
It’s seen merely
As a perch for a hawk

And yet it really is
So much more
A lovely place
To go and explore

Its branches always
Spread so wide
A real haven
In which to hide

The perfect place
To lie under and exist
Its outstretched arms
So hard to resist

Each leafy canopy
Has seen it all
Leaves delicately spread
To cushion our fall

Can anyone imagine
A more perfect place to be
Other than inside the crook
Of an old oak tree

I can hardly think
Of any other
As it whispers softly
Like the voice of a mother

And I get lost
In the day
As every branch
Begins to sway

This is living
This is life
This is love…

© 2018 Michelle Cook

The purpose of a book

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Embedded between
Every worn page and fold
Some stories beg to be read
While others just want to be told

Simple black lettering
Has so much to tell
The story’s whole purpose
Is to put you under its spell

Each book can charm
Captivate and delight
Some can bring a smile
While others fill us with fright

But every unique word
Seems to have the same effect
It pushes the reader to learn
And quite often reflect

And by the end of our lives
We’ve shared hundreds more
For each book that we read
Is another life explored

Every story is a vast world
Created by a dream
Filled to the very brim
With secrets bursting at the seams

And I think that I like knowing
That there is always a book to explore
For a chance to live through another’s dream
Is something we should never ignore

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Window of warning

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Window of warning
Opened above
Rays of sunshine
Warmth of love

Voice of reasoning
Calling her name
Beseeching her to leave
A life of shame

Reminder of things
Futures to come
Imploring her to remember
What cannot be undone

Choices, decisions
Whirred through her head
Her choosing too late
For she was already dead

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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