Beginnings

He was there
unaware
of the magic
about to happen

She was there
quite aware
of a change
in the air

The current
seemed confused
maybe even
slightly amused

As unspoken
urges
drifted blindly
on the breeze

© 2024 Michelle Cook


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Some people…

Some people
are perpetually sad
it’s hard to talk to them
they might get mad

Other people
are always happy
they’re easy to love
and make others sappy

Some people
are just hard to figure out
one minute smiling
the next it’s a shout

I like the people
who are easy to read
you always know exactly
what they need

I struggle with people
who can never share
It’s really hard to tell
if they even care

My favorite people
are the laughing kind
they know just how
to help me unwind

My least favorite people
are the constant complainers
they suck out the satisfaction
and are endless drainers

But I think overall
people are mostly great
some can be crabby
but to most I relate

© 2024 Michelle Cook


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Solitary sufferings

I’m in that place again
a solitary prison of self-pity
dissolving in a room without windows
punishing the portrait of myself

Why do I repeatedly come here
to a place of unnecessary suffering
blotting out every light source
to the detriment of my soul

I’m like a vacant-eyed visitor
destined for undeniable destruction
welcoming a withering existence
as the world shuffles on

I could choose to chase the sunshine
become a ball of light myself
but what’s the fun in sunbeams
who always disappear into the dark

© 2024 Michelle Cook


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Fifty-two

Sometimes
I feel so small
out here
underneath it all
The sky is so vast
every mountain so high
I’m a mere speck of dust
to every passer-by
Insignificant
by design
feeling ready
to resign
Like a splash from a waterfall
an unnoticed drip
splattered upon grandeur
preparing to slip
Yet I wonder
if I could be
a friend
to the mighty sea
As insufficient as I am
I’ve got so many dreams
under the weight of them all
I’m nearly bursting at the seams
Ambitions
overflowing
completely ready
to get going
But the path is never straight
and the journey can be so long
can’t always get someplace
unless you’re really strong
A new age
a new me
I wonder
who I’ll be
I’ve searched my whole life
through a forest of tall trees
looking for all the answers
as if they’re there on the breeze
Just more questions
forever found
scattered lifelessly
on the ground
Wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I’m over halfway through
This is just how life is
when you’re turning fifty-two

© 2024 Michelle Cook


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To be something

Like the wind
I come and go
And where I’ll end up
Not even I know

I try my best
To show who I am
But even those closest
Can’t understand

I often wonder
About things I should do
But lack of encouragement
Leaves me feeling blue

I feel like the whole world
Is expecting me to fall
But deep in my heart
I’m giving it my all

I’m no competitor
I’ve just never been
But I want to live my life
And be something in the end

© 2024 Michelle Cook


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