relationships

Will I have done enough?

~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

I’m trying to be better about reaching out,
to be more intentional with my words,
but oh, how I fail miserably.
There is never enough time
for every person I love
and for every person who loves me.
I wrestle with being able to give enough of myself,
but at the same time,
I’m trying to save some of myself just for me.
Oh, what a predicament!
One day, I will be done trying;
my body will at last wear out,
and I’ll be lost to the wind,
scattered on some sorrowful breeze,
on some unexpected lonesome day.
Will I have done enough?
Maybe it won’t matter
because maybe in the grand scheme of things,
I am just me — a tiny particle of dust
who doesn’t stand a chance
of making any difference at all.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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Disappointments

~ ~M ~ 6 Comments

We never expect that dreams will fade
but somehow, they always do.
And the only way to fix those dreams
is to eventually dream anew.

Disappointments are never fun
life is much more than just a game.
Yet sometimes hearts and minds disconnect
and things just aren’t the same.

We can feel empty, defeated, deflated
as time begins to wear us thin.
And as much as we don’t want the changes
we’re often forced to begin again.

We can’t always see all the positives
even though they’re not that far.
In the meantime, we might just have to sit alone
and be happy with who we are.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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You just be you

~ ~M ~ 13 Comments

You just be you,
who cares what others do.

At the end of the day,
they’ll be gone anyway.

Then you’ll be left alone,
another day unknown.

Because none can ever tell
where you inwardly dwell.

That’s the fun of being you,
even if your secrets are few.

Just be happy you exist,
and go on and be remiss.

Your life is yours to live,
you don’t always have to give.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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It took time, but it was all they needed

~ ~M ~ 9 Comments

A pot of tea
steeping slow
allowed the conversation
to drift, then flow

A trembling hand
a splatter of cream
all witnessed beneath
a summer sunbeam

Starting with a look
a blooming glance
the wind stirred
in the sight of romance

Blushing boughs offered
a chance alone
doing all the things
some would never condone

With the wide old oak
shielding their play
prying eyes
slowly crept away

Rousing smiles rendered
a half giggle or two
as heartstrings seized
love anew

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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Soulmates

~ ~M ~ 15 Comments

They sense
the pull
the tug
the distance
resistance

They feel
every thought
every question
every emotion
commotion

They know
the reality
the truth
the lies
sighs

They see
every move
every look
every disguise
wise

They love
the good
the bad
the best
blessed

They give
every piece
every purpose
every chance
romance

They bring
the fun
the hope
the laughter
banter

They are
every day
every way
every moment
ours

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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