Mending a heart

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Of all the things
We mend each day
A heart is rather hard
They say

Stitching a heart
Requires patience and skill
A steady hand
And a very sharp quill

Most people flee
From the needle at hand
For they will not agree
With what they don’t understand

And sharp objects
Are never very nice
So a wounded heart
Is often left to suffice

Yet the task of mending
Is actually quite easy
If you can find a person
Who isn’t too queasy

But just how often
Is somebody actually willing
To take a chance
On further heart spilling

Most would rather
Just let things be
Because mending a heart
Isn’t easy you see

It may seem simple
To the mender
But not for the person
Who must surrender

Matters of the heart
Are never quite clear
And that’s just the way it is
My dear

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Hold Your Hankering Horses

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Hold your hankering horses
You know you really must
A little patience is so important
Or else you’ll surely bust

Hold your hankering horses
And quit being so demanding
Don’t you know life is always better
With a little bit of understanding?

Hold your hankering horses
Your antsy attitude needs to go
People don’t like impatience
This is something you ought to know

Hold your hankering horses
Just sit still and listen to me now
I’m explaining your main issue
And if you want to fix it, this is how

Hold your hankering horses
Get a grip and don’t wind up in a tizzy
I’m sorry to say that your behavior
Is only making the rest of us dizzy

Hold your hankering horses
This is the last thing I’m going to say
If you can’t calm down and be patient
Then please just go away

© 2019 Michelle Cook


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Doubt

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My confidence in everything
Often waxes and wanes
Doubt sneaks right in
Trying to take over my brain

I tell myself I’m being silly
But then again maybe I’m not
And perhaps everything I’m doing
Is actually all for naught

And it’s during days like these
That l feel so uneasy
And the more I start to think
The more I get quite queasy

Skepticism is a word
My mind should just forget
Because it likes to stir up trouble
And leave me with regret

I know I shouldn’t let my dubiousness
Get the better of me
But sometimes it’s so hard
With a future we can’t see

Lack of faith in everything
Has always been my trouble
And because I’ll likely never change
I know I’ll always struggle

But I’m not the only one with scruples
And so I try to disregard my concerns
I just need to be patient and wait
For my confidence to return

© 2018 Michelle Cook