If only I could’ve held him
Seen his lovely little face
But fate intervened
And he was lost
without a trace
I wonder what could’ve been
Our lives will never be the same
Some things we miss forever
And Jonathan Michael
was his name
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Jonathan Michael was his name
Cardboard boxes
End to end
Will I ever see
This floor again
Jumbled like Jenga
Teetering towers
At this point I’ve got
Superpowers
Lifting, squatting,
Moving mountains
Nothing else rhymes
Except for fountains
Dizzy from exertion
I could really use a break
But my will isn’t willing
To negotiate
I’ve gotta get this done
No time to waste
Cause right now I’m feeling
So displaced
And once this is finished
I’ll have me some fun
For I’ll have earned my day
Of sitting in the sun
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/box-memories-photos-books-1209969/
Your words
They sit
In a lonely tin
Sad to think
I’ll never
See you again
But life
Moves on
You went away
I’m still
Sometimes sad
You didn’t stay
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/mural-girl-balloon-child-heart-1347673/
Every day I realize
More and more what I have
It isn’t my belongings, dusty on shelves
It isn’t the things I’ve accomplished
Or even the things I’ve mastered
But instead, It’s the people
And the experiences
The beauty of life itself
These are the things that matter
The things that are worth loving
The things I want to fight for
I hope I never lose sight
Of the true treasures of life
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/dog-girl-pet-animal-young-female-4286921/
I realized something today
I love too fiercely for this world.
Perhaps people think I’m disingenuous
when I pour out everything I feel.
And I wonder what I should do
about all the love I have to give.
If I could bottle it, I would.
Surely someone would want it then.
If only I could share my love
with those who really need it,
or pour love into people
who are suffering from the lack of.
The biggest problem is
love hurts when you try to hold it in.
And carrying it around inside of me
is a burden I’m no longer willing to bear.
Sometimes, I just wanna rip out my heart
and feed it to the wolves.
At least then I’d finally be free
from the urge to ever love again.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/people-one-window-abandoned-3111875/
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