One thing I’ve never done is written anything for obvious reasons. Everything I write has a much deeper meaning, and few people are privy to the real interpretation. And in a way, that is so much more satisfying to me because there are things I don’t want to have to explain to the world. My true self is hidden somewhere within the words that scatter across every page I write. All those cryptic words… most reminiscent of days long ago when the seasons couldn’t change fast enough; when life took me by surprise every goddamn day, messing with my heart and soul. Seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it really wasn’t, or was it? Those who think they know me, are only fooling themselves. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? ~M
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Silver Sand
Silver grains of sand
Tickle my fingers
Running straight through
Never willing to linger
And just like time
They empty from my hand
Causing me to wonder
Where every speck will land
Will they become more
Transformed into something of worth
Or will they forever be fragments
Of unembellished earth
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Silver sand
Customary Norms
Love
Can be fleeting
Often feels
Defeating
Loss
It’s my win
And yet still
I give in
Grief
Lasts forever
When never
Is your together
Life
I get by
Always saying
Goodbye
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Misplaced things
I once wrote about a place
That was neither here nor there
A place found between the realms
Of hope and despair
And in that in-between place
I remember finding what I’d lost
Yet finding that place
Came with innumerable costs
And I wonder now
If it was all worth it in the end
For finding what I’d lost
Only made me want to lose it again
And isn’t that how life is
Always searching for things misplaced
So many wonderful things
Seem to vanish without a trace
And when we think we’ve found our losses
We cling on with all our might
Hopeful that somehow
They’ll bring back our lost delight
And yet sadly our thinking
Often leads us further astray
Until we finally realize
We just need to go another way
© 2019 Michelle Cook
The taste of love
Love often tastes
Like bitter wine
Exhilarating at first
Then unrefined
Yet we never stop
Consuming our fill
The taste matters not
So long as it’s real
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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