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What is the point of madness…

~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

What is the point of madness
this rat race
this outdoing of ourselves
time and time again,
when does it end,
death?

And who’s counting the days,
you or me?

The completeness of our lives
is it weighed on merit?
Self-accomplishment?
Maybe a little of both?
Maybe neither?

What do we do when our intuition becomes corrupted,
when the things we thought we wanted have blurred lines
and no direction.
Do we keep repeating the same old story?
Take a new path?
Perhaps what justifies our actions could be all that truly matters.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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More of me and you

~ ~M ~ 11 Comments

He could always inspire me
no matter time or day
Like two peas in a pod
we’d finish what each would say

But the difference was
he could never love me like you
He only really wanted
to tell me what to do

I felt guilty when I wouldn’t
ashamed for who I was
Becoming very lonely
all just because

And I realized what I was doing
I wasn’t living for myself
I was trying to give someone
what they couldn’t give themself

Those years were difficult to weather
so glad they eventually blew
In the end I found what I needed
more of me and you

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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Futility

~ ~M ~ 19 Comments

Through tides
that pull me away
somehow
you always stay

I’d do anything
to reach that shore
always wanting you
so much more

Instead I drift
as close as I can
weary from time
and it’s distant plan

Why can’t the waves
crash in my favor
and bring me closer
to what I savor

© 2023 Michelle Cook

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Nighttime whispers

~ ~M ~ 27 Comments

The past still beckons me,
though my future is clear.
Still, it’s hard to leave behind
all the things we once held dear.

Unfortunately, people change,
and our hearts wail in disbelief.
And those unspoken topics
are the bearers of our grief.

Woeful whispers in the night
tend to fuel my disheartened spirit.
I try to bandage my bleeding heart,
but nothing can ever cure it.

So many things I want to forget,
but there’s nothing I can undo.
So I spend my days looking for ways
to begin my life anew.

Written by, Michelle Cook

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Writing prompt, courtesy of my hubby: Nighttime whispers.

On life…

~ ~M ~ 51 Comments

Looking back,
I have no regrets
for everything
before now
has led me to you.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

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