We hold on…

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We hold on to the feelings
We all once knew
The times when love blossomed
And progressively grew
But things change
And people pull away
We’re left not knowing
What else we can say
It’s so hard to let go
Of someone close to our heart
But often they’ve decided
To make a new start
We can suffer for years
Wishing things were different
The past can haunt us
When we become reminiscent
Then we realize the truth
That life must go on
Even if those we once cherished
Have now permanently gone
And we get through it all
Letting go day by day
Knowing there’s nothing more
We could ever do or say

© 2017 Michelle Cook

To: me

I see you
when nobody else does

I hear you
when the world goes quiet

I love you
for always being strong

I believe in you
when everyone else turns away

I know you’ll be ok
because in the end
you always are

© 2025 Michelle Cook


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Soulmates

They sense
the pull
the tug
the distance
resistance

They feel
every thought
every question
every emotion
commotion

They know
the reality
the truth
the lies
sighs

They see
every move
every look
every disguise
wise

They love
the good
the bad
the best
blessed

They give
every piece
every purpose
every chance
romance

They bring
the fun
the hope
the laughter
banter

They are
every day
every way
every moment
ours

© 2025 Michelle Cook


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The end of an era

We have but one journey,
and the path is never straight.

We think we have lots of time,
but like sand, it can’t be held.

We learn after the goal is complete
that the end is really the beginning.

We realize all of our joyous moments
have been happening all along.

We discover that the journey
was never about reaching our destination.

We notice all the people we’ve met
were never there to stay.

We feel bittersweet and unsettled
by all the things we’ve accomplished.

We are grateful for the sunset
reminding us to live in the here and now.

© 2025 Michelle Cook


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There are days…

There are days
when everything is right,
days when all the fields
shine so bright.

But today is not
one of those days,
instead, it’s just proof
of how nobody prays.

Today the sun
has lost her glow,
and the rain sent instead
has been all just for show.

Fattened gray clouds
still gush in sheets,
flooding sunken corners
on empty streets.

Sorry puddles
reflect sullen skies,
waters blurry black
like mascara eyes.

Echos of harsh words
woven in the winds,
a mournful reminder
of how the story always ends.

© 2025 Michelle Cook


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