I see you
when nobody else does
I hear you
when the world goes quiet
I love you
for always being strong
I believe in you
when everyone else turns away
I know you’ll be ok
because in the end
you always are
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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Every now and then
I feel this word
even though I know
it sounds absurd
But lonely appears
so very often to me
think I might have
a chronic sensitivity
I often feel it’s power
like a magnet from within
the teardrops collecting
underneath my skin
I try to hold them back
But the pull is so strong
and what I know now
I’ve known all along
I let go of all my promises
seems I’m doing it again
this heart can’t help
but let loneliness win
Most think I’m doing great
I can smile like the rest
but if you look beneath
there’s trouble in my chest
The weight of sadness
suffocates my will
keeping me from everything
standing so still
I know I’m not the only one
so the tears I wipe away
burying them inside me
to live another day
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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I cannot count the ways
or measure the depth of my love for you.
Words escape all rational notions
when I try to convey my thoughts.
It’s like trying to describe
the scent of a rare fragrance,
or explain the inconceivable mysteries
that leave the world in awe.
You are simply the magic keeping me alive
when nothing else can.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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There’s a doorway to destruction;
it seems to find me every day;
I take different paths to avoid it
and look for the merrier way.
There’s also a doorway to delight;
it finds me less than other doors;
oh, but when it does find me,
I’m sent up a hundred floors!
There’s a doorway to regret
and another that opens to grief;
thankfully, neither stays open long,
so that’s quite a relief.
There’s also a doorway to peace
and another that leads to fun;
both are best enjoyed
walking through with a bit of sun.
My favorite door of all
is the one that leads to love,
but I have to be open to finding it,
sometimes needing a little shove.
There’s a doorway to adventure,
one that I look for every day,
and when I eventually find it,
It’s like being on holiday.
Some doors are pretty,
and others I’m afraid to touch,
but those that are welcoming
always mean so much.
I’m excited yet cautious
to see where most of them go;
I know if I’m too afraid to open one,
I’ll never really know.
The right door for me
might be the wrong door for you;
I guess none of us will ever know
until we’ve opened quite a few.
I’m grateful for so many choices
and the opportunities to succeed;
I hope you find your door today,
the one you really need.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Their connection was unique
Formed from remnants of dismantled dreams
And wiry bits of tattered truths
It was the kind of connection
Which everyone assumed would never last
Even time seemed to consider it a lost cause
But somehow between the layers
Of their oddly structured foundation
An unbelievable bond was formed
Secretly this tie grew stronger
Day by day and year by year
And without fail they proved the impossible was possible
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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