There’s a lone tree I see,
reminds me
of what used to be.
I try not to fall under its spell,
as it takes me back to the place
where I once fell.
Looking at it now,
my heart just cries.
Why’d it take me so long
to realize.
Life is good now,
so I turn away,
choosing to leave
all those memories at bay.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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His words fester beneath the surface,
weary words of disdain and ill repute.
But what can I do,
and how can I be anything more?
For I am just another daughter,
a regret still in the making.
And my existence is a constant reminder
of all he’s ever done wrong.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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I found myself depleted
Of every last drop
Not even an ounce of myself
Was left in the cup
I’d been spilled nonchalantly
Chipped on occasion
And I’d invited my curiosity
To allow an invasion
I worked tirelessly everyday
To refill my cup
But the pieces gave way
And I had to give up
Even the glue that lingered
Wasn’t that strong
So mending the edges
Went unbelievably wrong
The stains and scars
Still very much remain
And the cracks are reminders
Of so much pain
Thankfully a vessel
Doesn’t have to look nice
So this battered old cup
Will just have to suffice
© 2019 Michelle Cook
It seems even a pesky crow
Can look beautiful as it flies
Its annoying little habits
Suddenly become quite disguised
As breathtaking wings soar
Toward the heavens above
Somehow trapped in a current
Filled with hope and endless love
And I’m reminded that even
Something so often despised
Can be so very lovely
If you just open your eyes
And so this example I capture
And affix to my heart
For the next time my thoughts
Threaten to tear me apart
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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