Break the chain
Sever the tie
Rip the cord
Separate the link
Crush the union
Snap the grasp
Free the shackle
Demolish the connection
Disintegrate the bond
Cut the restraint
Fracture the grip
Bust the hold
Tear the binding
Shatter the attachment
Escape the torment
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Several long months had passed
Since she’d been held
By her faithful master
She greatly missed
The way his warm hand curved
Around her well-worn body
Sections of her once shiny exterior
Had long ago lost their luster
And now began to flake and peel
His familiar rugged fingerprints
Still appeared in the places
Where she’d been gripped the tightest
Each spot a permanent reminder
Of the intensity in which he wrote
And the passion which he radiated
She continued to ache
For his ever loving touch
And dreamt of his timely return
But she soon came to realize
She was no match for her masters new blond #2
That fair young lady had the bite marks to prove it
© 2018 Michelle Cook
I wish I had a friend who would pretend with me once more
Masquerading away the day, we’d be silly and free
Free to be a princess, a pirate, or even a superhero
Regardless of whomever we wanted to be
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be five once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who would ride bikes with me all day
Riding around the neighborhood, we’d be silly and free
Free to explore the park, the zoo, or even the beach
Regardless of wherever we wanted to go
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be ten once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who would spend some time with me
Bumming around together, we’d be silly and free
Free to hang out at the arcade, go bowling, or even catch a movie
Regardless of whatever we decided to do
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be fifteen once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who could understand what I’m going through
Never-ending late night talks, we’d be silly and free
Free to discover who we are, speak honestly, and become forever friends
Regardless of whatever we discovered about each other
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be twenty once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who would help me make tough decisions
Coming alongside me, we’d be silly and free
Free to dream, think, and consider the future
Regardless of whatever we planned
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be twenty-five once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who would help me be a better parent
Giving me some guidance, we’d be silly and free
Free to learn how to cope, adjust, and love unconditionally
Regardless of whatever we learned
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be thirty once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who could help me fix my marriage
Lending me their shoulder, we’d be silly and free
Free to face problems together, comfort one another, and give compassion
Regardless of whatever we experienced
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be thirty-five once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who would make me feel young again
Through words of reassurance, we’d be silly and free
Free to laugh at ourselves, cry at times, and encourage one another
Regardless of our age
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be forty once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who lived nearby
Through close moments spent together, we’d be silly and free
Free to see each other face to face, always welcoming a loving embrace
Regardless of life’s turmoil
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be forty-five once again…
To feel alive again…
To be continued when I’m older…
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Early morning
Darkest night
No one here
To hold me tight
Always lonely
Nobody near
Forever alone
Is what I fear
And even god
Seems distant now
Even he
Has vanished somehow
And reality hits me
That this is it
I’m never getting out
Of this solitary pit
© 2018 Michelle Cook
If someone really loves you
It’s foolish to wish them away
Best to hug them with all your might
And tell them you want them to stay
And if eventually they have to leave
It’s important to make sure they know
Just how much they mean to you
And how much you love them so
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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