I believe there is some truth behind every belief
I also know I will never know all there is to know
My intuition shows me what’s important
My gut tells me when I’m right or wrong
All I ever need to do is search within me
The answers to all my questions are always there
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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Well, it’s New Year’s Eve, so hard to believe.
This year passed by in the blink of an eye.
The world feels the same; I’ve only myself to blame.
I should’ve done more for those I adore.
Thus, regrets sit like a pit as my stomach throws a fit.
It feels like it’s time to get it right as my body puts up a fight.
So many things set me back, yet determination is not what I lack.
The key is finding the right combination, but the lock is my frustration.
Will I ever get things correct or will I always be a reject?
There are some who think I’m great, but my own brain can’t relate.
This self of mine has a skewed perception; I’ve always carried this misconception.
There is nothing much I can do; nobody can change your thoughts but you.
And now, a new year is just about here, time to get my booty in gear.
No excuses anymore; there is always a path with an open door.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
There’s a doorway to destruction;
it seems to find me every day;
I take different paths to avoid it
and look for the merrier way.
There’s also a doorway to delight;
it finds me less than other doors;
oh, but when it does find me,
I’m sent up a hundred floors!
There’s a doorway to regret
and another that opens to grief;
thankfully, neither stays open long,
so that’s quite a relief.
There’s also a doorway to peace
and another that leads to fun;
both are best enjoyed
walking through with a bit of sun.
My favorite door of all
is the one that leads to love,
but I have to be open to finding it,
sometimes needing a little shove.
There’s a doorway to adventure,
one that I look for every day,
and when I eventually find it,
It’s like being on holiday.
Some doors are pretty,
and others I’m afraid to touch,
but those that are welcoming
always mean so much.
I’m excited yet cautious
to see where most of them go;
I know if I’m too afraid to open one,
I’ll never really know.
The right door for me
might be the wrong door for you;
I guess none of us will ever know
until we’ve opened quite a few.
I’m grateful for so many choices
and the opportunities to succeed;
I hope you find your door today,
the one you really need.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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There’s magic to be found
on this midsummer day;
quiet reflections prevent it
from skittering away.
Gilded rays of light
affectionately dance;
it seems almost as if the sun
is looking for romance.
The rippling river responds,
flowing joyously round the bend,
sweeping along sparkling waters
which seem eager to descend.
Dainty green grasses dot
the edges of the stream,
always the perfect place
to curl up and dream.
Breath held deep,
eyes shut good and tight,
yet even behind closed lids,
the sun still shines so bright.
The larks seem unbothered,
flying straight overhead,
collecting more fluff
for their soft downy beds.
Cracking an eye
at the snap of a stick,
a pudgy little lizard
scurries away so quick.
Lifting to lean,
face cupped in hand,
fighting the obligation
to get up and stand.
Gaze suddenly caught
by unexpected delight,
endless rows of sunflowers
stretching towards the light.
Energized by excitement
as more wonders abound,
amazed by the brilliance
while looking around.
Every curiosity of nature,
free for all to share,
nothing else in this life
can ever compare.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/trees-riverbank-summer-nature-6541315/
As the day drifts by,
I sit alone,
lost in the land
of blackened stone.
But the air is clear,
and the sky is blue,
and it’s the glory of this place
that sees me through.
If I’m stranded knee-deep,
stuck in regret,
this is my chosen place
to toss my net.
Then I sit and wait
for my mind to lift;
a gentle breeze
allows my thoughts to shift.
My quest for answers
consumes my brain,
but sitting here stills
what my body can’t tame.
Then I forget the years
and the people I know
and allow the earth
to choose where I go.
Whispers of peace
tickle my ears,
reminding me to let go
of all of my fears.
And the day carries on
as I jump to my feet,
seeing the good
in everyone I meet.
Blessed for the time
I’ve had in this place,
a sanctuary of love
filled with grace.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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