regret

I once was…

~ ~M ~ 32 Comments

I once was a child
Left broken and battered
Mostly locked away
As if I never really mattered

I once was a small girl
Always searching for a way
To be free from the shackles
That plagued me every day

I once was a young lady
Just wanting to belong
Only realizing my efforts
We’re pointless all along

I once was a grown woman
Looking for a hand to hold
But after a long, futile search
I discovered I’d become too old

I once was an old lady
Holding onto deep regret
Wishing the good Lord
Would just make me forget

And now I’m a crushed spirit
Dreaming of the past
The life I once knew
Just went by way too fast

If only I’d accepted
The life I’d been given
But instead I just looked down
Never really livin

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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Let’s leave the past, to live where it died.

~ ~M ~ 14 Comments

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I keep trying
to forget the past.
To leave all the hurts
buried deep
on that old,
empty road.
The place where
I was deserted,
left choking on remorse.
But everybody
wants answers,
and nobody understands
that I can’t breathe.
And when I’m forced
back on that road,
I can’t heal
or even catch my breath.
The air over there
is stifling.
And so many
broken dreams
are still dangling
in the wind.
I can’t keep
reaching out,
grasping hopelessly
at those lifeless strands.
So please,
I’m begging you,
let’s just leave the past
to live where it died.
Or else this life
won’t be worth living
at all.

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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Until the very end…

~ ~M ~ 1 Comment

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I was once a bright shining star
Never once realizing
That my days were numbered

But over the course of many moons
I did finally succumb
To the darkness which surrounds us all

Of course, there’s no going back now
The only way through
Is to catch the tail of a passing comet

And catching one is easier than it looks
They move so fast
Before you know it, they’re long gone

But maybe, just maybe, I’ll get lucky one day
I’ll vanish into oblivion
And come out the other side renewed, and reborn

That is if there actually is another side…
That’s still the question
The one I’ll never quite be certain of, until the very end

© 2019 Michelle Cook

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