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
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Do you ever feel
like you can’t reach out,
like nobody will understand
what you’re all about.
Do you ever feel
like you don’t fit in,
and you wish you could change
all your thoughts within.
Do you ever feel
like the world waves you away,
as if you don’t matter
like you’ve nothing to say.
Do you ever feel
like you’re doing it all wrong,
and no matter what you try
you still don’t feel strong.
Do you ever feel
like you’re hopelessly lost,
but you still try to continue,
knowing what giving up costs.
Do you ever feel
like a failure or mistake,
going through the motions
even when your enthusiasm is fake.
Do you ever feel
like you just can’t get things right,
but you know you can’t surrender;
not without a fight.
Do you ever feel
like you shouldn’t say a word,
because everyone might think
your words are just absurd.
Do you ever feel
like you hold back all your grief,
and you wish in desperation
for a minute of relief.
Do you ever feel
like nobody will understand,
and you wish for somebody
to come along and hold your hand.
Do you ever feel
like someone should listen,
but at long last, you realize
you are no magician.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Why does happiness have to be so fleeting?
We think we can hold onto it, but it’s ever taking flight.
Happiness can morph into madness in an instant
or be extinguished in a sad, unexpected moment like a moth to a flame.
If only I could hold it always and keep it safely cradled against my chest.
But happiness always finds a way to elude me.
I’m watching right now as it inconspicuously floats away.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Her hair smelled of lavender,
and her skin was velvety smooth,
and I’d wanted to bask in her loveliness
as she stirred neath the purplish moon.
But soon, the luminosity faded,
and her body grew cold and gray,
and I cried for never being able to tell her
all the things I’d wanted to say.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Life can blow in gentle wisps
or suddenly seize the day
in consternation.
So whenever I sense a billowy riff,
I look to the sky for clarification.
Of course, I realize that many storms
pass without peril,
and there is often radiance
after the rain.
But when a particularly vile storm
causes all the flowers to sag,
I know each one understands me.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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