I’ve noticed it’s the quiet that hits the hardest
The vacancy of your notifications on a busy day
The little interruptions I became quite accustomed to
And I miss those ever-loving interludes with you
The way you’d plead and beg for more time
I never quite understood how little time we had left
If only I’d known, I would’ve never said goodbye
© 2026 Michelle Cook
Danny 💔 – November 20th, 1969 – May 11th, 2026. Neither Brian nor I will ever forget you… xoxo
Wouldn’t it be satisfying
to always stay
right next to each other
arousing never-ending play
Wouldn’t it be something
to awaken the sky
watching us kiss
beneath its bright blue eye
Wouldn’t it be amazing
to go dipping our toes
in a stream faraway
where nobody goes
Wouldn’t it be exciting
to throw off all our clothes
existing in a place
where nobody knows
Wouldn’t it be romantic
to settle down in the shade
knowing absolutely nothing
could ever be forbade
Wouldn’t it be perfect
to be all alone
in a place like no other
blissfully unknown
Wouldn’t it be magical
to exist in a world beyond
like a tale that never ends
going on and on
© 2026 Michelle Cook
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There are some who will never understand,
for it’s often hard to see beauty in anything,
let alone among the tragic realities of life.
Tragedy comes in many forms,
each with its own underlying purpose and appeal.
For instance,
there is this overwhelming loveliness
of a rose
even in the midst of its thorny pricks.
And there is the awe-inspiring wonder
of a thunderstorm,
even though it can cause untold damage.
Do we ever say to either of those
that we wish they’d never been,
simply because they’re dangerous?
On the contrary,
we welcome both into our homes,
treasuring their grandeur.
Caressing the silky-smooth petals of one
and trying to catch a glimpse
of the majestic radiance of the other.
Each is a miracle in its own wondrous way.
Each can also offer an unfavorable
or terrifying experience,
depending on our view.
We must remember that just because something
is potentially hurtful doesn’t make it any less beautiful.
© 2026 Michelle Cook
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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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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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