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Nighttime whispers

~ ~M ~ 27 Comments

The past still beckons me,
though my future is clear.
Still, it’s hard to leave behind
all the things we once held dear.

Unfortunately, people change,
and our hearts wail in disbelief.
And those unspoken topics
are the bearers of our grief.

Woeful whispers in the night
tend to fuel my disheartened spirit.
I try to bandage my bleeding heart,
but nothing can ever cure it.

So many things I want to forget,
but there’s nothing I can undo.
So I spend my days looking for ways
to begin my life anew.

Written by, Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/illustrations/sci-fi-fantasy-moon-couple-7143964/

Writing prompt, courtesy of my hubby: Nighttime whispers.

Sometimes you just have to follow your heart…

~ ~M ~ 28 Comments

After a long while, he gave me a fighting chance
to show him a little bit of love and romance.
Years streaked by before he finally noticed me;
the love of his life, so willing, so free.
Many others I’d met never ended up swayed,
and sadly for them, that’s why they never got laid.
The problem is some people just can’t believe
in a person who hasn’t got something up their sleeve.
So many live their whole lives full of doubt and suspicion,
never trusting that anyone could have a fair disposition.
And it’s sad but true that the trusting are few.
Sometimes you just have to follow your heart.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

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There’s a tree…

~ ~M ~ 24 Comments

There’s a lone tree I see,
reminds me
of what used to be.

I try not to fall under its spell,
as it takes me back to the place
where I once fell.

Looking at it now,
my heart just cries.
Why’d it take me so long
to realize.

Life is good now,
so I turn away,
choosing to leave
all those memories at bay.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/tree-lonely-alone-heaven-stars-4543580/

Why would I?

~ ~M ~ 33 Comments

Choosing what to remember,
often looking beyond,
time has been kind to me;
the memories are fond.

I could sink into a slew
of unfavorable recollections,
but my heart knows the cost
of unsightly reflections.

So the bright side wins out,
neither a regret nor a sigh,
and I never feel too bad
when my head is in the sky.

Others may decide to loiter
in the pit of despair,
but why would sensible me
ever choose to go there.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/young-woman-sitting-overlooking-731142/