Like a geyser, I gush,
spurting my rage,
but it’s all underneath,
turmoil engaged.
From the top of my head
to the bottom of my feet,
the swells of unrest
continue to heat.
The storm grows stronger,
destruction in its wake.
Still, I try to breathe calmly,
fearing I might break.
And nobody ever knows
the misery I endure;
It’s all just a façade,
a superficial blur.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Here waiting
by this old rusty door,
the key to my future
and all its splendor.
Walking through the door,
a brilliant light floods my path;
darkness dissipates behind me
as I make a mad dash.
Finally, free of all
I’ve ever known and endured,
your outstretched hand in front of me,
so gentle and concerned.
At long last, finding the place
where I belong,
wrapped in a love so tender
and yet so strong.
Your embrace whisking me
away from this world,
the depths of our desires
at last unfurled.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Here waiting by the door
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We get ourselves up,
and the magic begins;
stretching for miles,
inspiration spins.
Winding its way
from shore to shore,
sorcery floods pages
with creativity galore.
None can get enough,
so we suck it all in,
not a single word
goes in the bin.
Ideas flow freely,
our pages complete;
every word written
a mesmerizing treat.
Images spill out
on thirsty pages;
hungrily, we feed
as momentum rages.
The mind a playground,
every heart, a child;
the results of a writer
full of wonder and wild.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Body shocked
every nerve;
this is not
what’s deserved.
Molten lava
flows through veins,
trying hardest
to refrain.
Many questions,
nothing found.
Oh, this strain,
so profound.
Gut-wrenching,
gnawing sadness,
heartbroken,
this is madness.
Neglected now
and evermore.
Guess I’m just
a big fat bore.
© 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
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