Alone is a place
I know so well
It’s the place I dream
The place I dwell
It gets dreary in here
And I get scared of the dark
But my flame isn’t extinguished
You should see my spark
People pass by
But they cannot see
All the color of life
Right inside of me
Come take a look
You’ll see that it’s true
I have a heart
Just like you
© 2023 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: @Lanazi00
There’s a doorway to destruction;
it seems to find me every day;
I take different paths to avoid it
and look for the merrier way.
There’s also a doorway to delight;
it finds me less than other doors;
oh, but when it does find me,
I’m sent up a hundred floors!
There’s a doorway to regret
and another that opens to grief;
thankfully, neither stays open long,
so that’s quite a relief.
There’s also a doorway to peace
and another that leads to fun;
both are best enjoyed
walking through with a bit of sun.
My favorite door of all
is the one that leads to love,
but I have to be open to finding it,
sometimes needing a little shove.
There’s a doorway to adventure,
one that I look for every day,
and when I eventually find it,
It’s like being on holiday.
Some doors are pretty,
and others I’m afraid to touch,
but those that are welcoming
always mean so much.
I’m excited yet cautious
to see where most of them go;
I know if I’m too afraid to open one,
I’ll never really know.
The right door for me
might be the wrong door for you;
I guess none of us will ever know
until we’ve opened quite a few.
I’m grateful for so many choices
and the opportunities to succeed;
I hope you find your door today,
the one you really need.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/doorway-beach-opening-entrance-981803/
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
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/waterdrop-grief-trauerkarte-4447343/
Lovesickness;
don’t catch it;
you’ll never be the same.
Seriously,
don’t contract it;
you‘ll only have yourself
to blame.
To prevent it,
you’ve got to avoid it
by looking the other way.
And don’t dare spread it
if you come down with it,
or the whole world
will be full of dismay.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/people-couple-heartbreak-rejection-3422435/
A sliver of sunlight was all he had as he sat on the cold, stone floor. But the warmth of that thin ray was all he really needed to recall that last day with her. Cowering in the corner of the scanty room, he closed his eyes and allowed his mind to drift to her. She was the only comforting thought he had now, and his memory carried him to the last place they’d been before the world turned upside down.
They’d been sitting in a sunny field surrounded by wildflowers; she’d woven daisies into the shape of a crown and placed the arrangement atop his head. He could still remember the playful look she’d given him as she proudly crowned him king of her heart. Then, in turn, he’d reached down to pluck a dainty flower that was nearly in full bloom and tucked it gently behind her ear. The gesture caused her to giggle, and that sweet melody was a song he’d held onto ever since.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/hand-daisy-flower-finger-302802/
Writing prompt: A sliver of sunlight
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