poem

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

I guess it all depends…

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We often experience
A multitude of seasons
And nobody really knows
All of those reasons

But we carry on
Like we always do
Even when the answers
Are nearly none to few

And we never stop to question
What those seasons mean
Yet there must be hidden answers
In everything we’ve seen

Scattered between the pages
Of our monotonous lives
There have got to be reasons
For why we’ve somehow survived

And even if those answers
Are never actually found
We should all be happy
We’ve been allowed to stick around

So many people in this world
Never have that gifted chance
I guess it all depends
On our individual circumstance

© 2019 Michelle Cook

For a month of writing prompts, click here; Along the weathered, winding trail

 

Fantasy girl

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I see the way you look at me
With lust in your eyes
No real love to be found there
Underneath your disguise

And I’m tired of being the girl
Who says she doesn’t care
When nobody ever sees her
As if she’s really there

I can fulfill all your fantasies
But my true worth you’ll never see
As long as you keep looking
At the outside of me

© 2019 Michelle Cook

For a month of writing prompts, click here;  The allurement of her resistance

Endurance…

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Once again
She gulps down the pain
Forcing back the tears
Trying to refrain

Because love is worth
A river of tears
Especially if you overcome
All those miserable years

She knows she must stay strong
And not give in to defeat
Because she loses so much
When she decides to retreat

And with fresh determination
She’ll face each new day
Overflowing with fortitude
She’ll never go astray

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Accursed

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He had never once guessed
He’d be left all alone
But that’s what happens
When you’re deceitfully prone

And in his blind consternation
He believed his cover was hidden
With all his deep dark secrets
Locked somewhere in the forbidden

But she had attained access
To every pathetic and unregretful lie
Even though he thought for certain
All was hidden from her eye

And that was the veiled beauty
Her most perfect vindication
For she was witness to it all
As she watched his ruination

His poor soul was the only responder
As his eyes grew imminently dim
And he’d never even expected
All the trouble he was in

© 2019 Michelle Cook