pain

A teacup that only accepts raindrops as payment

~ ~M ~ 10 Comments

Tears were her last resort
As every cloud was fresh out of rain
So she summoned all of her sadness
Releasing it in pitter patters of pain

The teacup could only smile
As the droplets fell one by one
Now holding the valuable elixir
He beamed for what he had done

© 2025 Michelle Cook

Sometimes we just need to pour out our pain and it’s nice when someone invites us to do that. Thank you to those who have. 😉 ~M xoxo

*For those of you who are curious about the title, I’ve decided to write a series of poems from the perspective of objects, exploring how they might help us if we listen to their unspoken wisdom. I hope these little poems will help you think about ways you can help yourself in a world where each of us may often feel alone.

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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

Separation sufferances

~ ~M ~ 10 Comments

Being separated from the ones you love is a lonely place to be.

I suppose some may never understand what this is like, but I believe most will know this feeling well.

I have had enough of this torture to realize that we don’t get to decide how or when we will be separated.

There are even those we love who will never be able to grace our paths no matter how long we yearn. 

The distance from those loved ones may as well be a trip to the moon.

These are life’s true tragedies, and the heart cannot comprehend why this is the way it has to be.

It’s especially difficult during a dark night, one void of loving arms and reassurance.

We cannot then comprehend the reality of our circumstances.

That’s when the heart realizes how truly alone it is and suffers in silence as it mostly always has.

These are the sad truths that often live inside us all.

Few speak of these sufferances, but that doesn’t make them any less painful.

The only way to survive the distance is to reach out as much as you can, sending deeply felt “I love yous” and sincerely honest “thinkings of you.”

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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Conclusions

~ ~M ~ 8 Comments

There are levels of love
pain flowing through each one
when you consider the depth
the intensity is overwhelming

I cry when I think of the ones
who left their scalding indentations
I smile with immense satisfaction
realizing I survived them all

I have grown with every storm
as tears watered and rejuvenated
rooted in newfound knowledge
reaching for an endless sky

And all the levels of love
make perfect sense to me now
I’ll be holding onto the ones
who understand these words

© 2024 Michelle Cook

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Cancer

~ ~M

It’s like a knife that peels
A blade that steals
It keeps embedding stakes in my heart

And you can’t die
Cause then I couldn’t lie
About the pain it’d impart

I need you to fight
Give it all your might
But I just feel you wither

The tears are there
Beneath the surface they stare
Fuck,
I just need you

© 2024 Michelle Cook

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For those of you who left comments, thank you. I’ve decided not to publish comments or to comment back and I hope y’all can understand. Much love… ~M xo