Turn this page over
See what’s behind
In-between the creases
I cannot hide
You’ll see my reality
The truth that I face
The depth of my desires
I dare not taste
Each sweeter than honey
These visions I explore
Yet locked in silence
Behind forbidden’s door
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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I’ve been stranded
Exiled in a way
Just another captive
Lost at sea
Riding the current
To another world
Hoping this reality
Is better than the last
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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I miss my America,
the land of the free
and the home of the brave.
Every day I see sadness,
war beaten faces
from battlefields,
found in my own backyard.
We used to be one nation
united under God.
We were indivisible with liberty
and practiced justice for all.
But how many people
even remember
our nation’s promised pledge.
The allegiance we swore
to the flag of our forefathers,
is a promise we failed to keep.
The roots of our republic
have somehow been forgotten
and the turmoil caused
from present day happenings
has torn the unity
straight from our hearts.
It’s a dishonor to our nation,
but even more so
a disgrace to our God.
Freedom of speech
never gave us the right to ruin
what our brave forefathers
fought to defend.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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He lingers nearby
On the edge of the page
The page we’re still writing
Where love continues to blossom
Unfolding ever so delicately
And he’s mesmerized
By the mind-boggling splendor
His eyes so bright
Enthusiastically consumed
With the miraculous happenings
Of what he observes
And he stays a little longer
Leaning in for a closer view
Lingering in the loveliness
Of our imperishable page
So beautifully written
Full of all the days we’ve shared
Memories of us
And the many years we’ve loved
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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Sometimes people cure you
of ever wanting them again
because after enough time,
the realness of them
becomes painfully obvious.
And then it’s hard not to notice,
to see past their ugliness,
to find the beauty deep inside.
And I couldn’t see it anymore,
even though I searched
for years and years.
The disturbing nature
of what I found beneath,
left me wondering if I’d ever
had any sensibility at all.
I am now left in disbelief
of how wrong I truly was.
My overall assessment
was so flawed with personal bias.
But love is blind like that,
and he was the master of deceit.
I suppose he’s summed up best
as the devil in disguise.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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