My curiosity
Has been cured
The boundaries
Are no longer blurred
For the truth
Has been revealed
All those illusions
No longer concealed
And I’m better
Than before
Finally happy
For what’s in store
What a difference
A few weeks can make
When you’re finally
Wide awake
© 2019 Michelle Cook
On the hour
Most every day
I know you’re never
Far away
If only in thought
You’re still there
Someone I hold
So very dear
A loyal friend
Sent my way
Someone I think of
Night and day
True friends
Are rare and few
And I’m just so thankful
I have you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
It’s one of those days…
The kind that makes you wonder
About all the things you shouldn’t
And then leaves you feeling weary
I feel bored and uninspired
And the monotonous drivel
Flooding my emotionless mind
Is only making matters worse
The familiar clicking of the clock
Is fueling my hypnotic state
And I think I may just collapse
Under the weight of my excitement
© 2019 Michelle Cook
He runs
Tirelessly
Determinedly
He craves
Changes
Exchanges
He fights
Alone
Unknown
He regrets
Lying
Trying
He feels
Sadness
Madness
He knows
Nothing
Except suffering
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I found myself depleted
Of every last drop
Not even an ounce of myself
Was left in the cup
I’d been spilled nonchalantly
Chipped on occasion
And I’d invited my curiosity
To allow an invasion
I worked tirelessly everyday
To refill my cup
But the pieces gave way
And I had to give up
Even the glue that lingered
Wasn’t that strong
So mending the edges
Went unbelievably wrong
The stains and scars
Still very much remain
And the cracks are reminders
Of so much pain
Thankfully a vessel
Doesn’t have to look nice
So this battered old cup
Will just have to suffice
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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