Silent killer,
invisible threat,
wrapped around my heart
like an all-consuming net.
Tugging, squeezing,
barely able to breathe,
this is the reason
why I endlessly grieve.
The elephant in the room
gets heavier on my heart,
feels like my insides
are being ripped apart.
Loss is a thing
I cannot seem to bear;
still, the weight of it
follows me everywhere.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/waterdrop-grief-trauerkarte-4447343/
Sometimes time away
does us a bit of good
when we’re made to feel sad
or misunderstood.
Rejection is hard,
but being misread is worse;
makes me feel like
my insides might burst.
Sometimes the world
gets me so down,
but then there’s that one friend
who can turn it around.
And thank goodness for the days
when we’re given a little lift;
the burdens get so heavy
as we begin to sort and sift.
I always start to wonder
why warm fuzzies are so fleeting;
I suppose it just depends
on those who you’ve been greeting.
One friend can be a blessing,
but then another can be a curse;
I guess being without anyone
would probably be the worst.
I think we need the right balance
and to be careful who we let inside
because one wrong decision
and then we’re stuck in a divide.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/woman-dock-lake-outdoors-person-1868559/
Lovesickness;
don’t catch it;
you’ll never be the same.
Seriously,
don’t contract it;
you‘ll only have yourself
to blame.
To prevent it,
you’ve got to avoid it
by looking the other way.
And don’t dare spread it
if you come down with it,
or the whole world
will be full of dismay.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/people-couple-heartbreak-rejection-3422435/
Body shocked
every nerve;
this is not
what’s deserved.
Molten lava
flows through veins,
trying hardest
to refrain.
Many questions,
nothing found.
Oh, this strain,
so profound.
Gut-wrenching,
gnawing sadness,
heartbroken,
this is madness.
Neglected now
and evermore.
Guess I’m just
a big fat bore.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/flower-road-dandelion-alone-path-1812470/
Better than anything,
her cuteness makes me smile.
Underneath the maple tree,
we laugh for a very long while.
The next thing we both know,
the sun is nearing its stage to set.
Time seems like our enemy
when we realize that’s all we get.
End-of-day loveliness
stretches across the carnation sky.
Remembering the late hour,
still deferring the day’s goodbye.
Yesterday’s such as this
often leave a feeling of bittersweet.
But those memories, they fill us
on days when we’re incomplete.
Illusions of everlasting delight
remain cradled upon our chests.
So many things a mother suffers,
the losses are hard to digest.
Come what may we say in quiet,
as the years start to pass us by.
Until the end draws nearer
and we’re left with all the why’s.
It’s the not knowing that hurts the most;
the answers never found.
This life is never easy,
but we do our best to be around.
Silently we pass; still, nobody ever knows
all a mother suffers and endures
as they watch their babies grow.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/mother-child-family-daughter-girl-3793521/
Writing prompt: Buttery biscuits – given to me by my very sweet daughter, Autumn Rose.
Her Writing Haven 