Where to start
With a paper heart
Uniquely delicate
And gossamer thin
With a pale almost
Colorless skin
Can there be
A more fragile design?
This is why paper hearts
Get left behind
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: paper heart
love
An undeniable gift
He has knowledge and wisdom
Beyond logical compare
He understands the very things
In which others aren’t unaware
And yet he can’t always see it
Or understand the how’s and why’s
Which frustrates him immensely
All because of a gift he can’t deny
© 2018 Michelle Cook
This one’s for you…
For the one who’s imprisoned in so much darkness that they can’t see through
For the one who’s lost in a sea of emptiness trying their very best to make do
For the one who is laughed at and ridiculed daily, and long ago withdrew
For the one who feels alone because heartfelt loving words are long overdue
For the one who feels worthless and ashamed because of a life of blame, it’s untrue
For the one who feels unloved and unaccepted and just wants someone to run to
For the one who’s dying inside and desperately hoping that God is really true
For the one who has hopes and dreams and is just waiting for a chance to breakthrough
This one’s for you…
Never give up and never forget that you are worth so much more than you could ever imagine.
God loves you more in a single moment, than anyone else could love you in a lifetime.
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Originally Written, January 2016
Certain people…
Isn’t it funny how certain people
Seem to make time stand still
There are just those certain persons
Who can give us quite a thrill
And it’s only every so often
That we meet such a friend
And the boundaries of their love for us
Seem to have no beginning or end
We just sort of mesh
In an amazing kind of way
There is never a single moment
Without something to do or say
And when you have a friend like this
You can’t help but want them near
Because it’s such a rare thing
To find a person who’s this dear
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Originally written, January 2017
Too late for love
Night after night
She whispers his name
Calling for him
But it’s always the same
No answer comes
For he’s just an illusion
Created by a mind
Who’s tired of seclusion
So she lays there awake
Against unsullied sheets
Listening to the silence
As only her heart beats
And she thinks of her life
Ever wishing for more
Hoping for a future
To bring all she yearns for
Yet reality sets in
That this could be her fate
And maybe for her
Love is just too late
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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