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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How does a love
grow so deep;
how does it fill us
until we weep?
Such a powerful force
rooted in the heart,
grown stronger each day
by never being apart.
Physically we can be absent,
as wonton bodies need rest,
and separation often helps
to put us to the test.
But to be intimate together
is about heart, soul, and mind;
that’s where the closeness is
forever aligned.
And so I’ll always be with you,
whether you go here or there,
connected by our love;
eternally aware.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Like a geyser, I gush,
spurting my rage,
but it’s all underneath,
turmoil engaged.
From the top of my head
to the bottom of my feet,
the swells of unrest
continue to heat.
The storm grows stronger,
destruction in its wake.
Still, I try to breathe calmly,
fearing I might break.
And nobody ever knows
the misery I endure;
It’s all just a façade,
a superficial blur.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Here waiting
by this old rusty door,
the key to my future
and all its splendor.
Walking through the door,
a brilliant light floods my path;
darkness dissipates behind me
as I make a mad dash.
Finally, free of all
I’ve ever known and endured,
your outstretched hand in front of me,
so gentle and concerned.
At long last, finding the place
where I belong,
wrapped in a love so tender
and yet so strong.
Your embrace whisking me
away from this world,
the depths of our desires
at last unfurled.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Here waiting by the door
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Sometimes our minds
deceive us,
thoughts oft spilling over
as introspection takes flight.
Our minds tend to steal
our boxes,
those fancy ones filled
with practical reasoning.
Our minds can be
negligent and hurried,
blundering through the day,
then seizing up at night.
Our minds are uniquely etched
with thoughts and desires,
each personal contemplation
deliciously our own.
Our minds can get lost
in the depths of depravity
or swing gracefully to the side
of decency and honor.
Our minds are full of reflections,
ideas, and wonder,
serving as a haven
for the things we must hide.
Our minds can be enigmatic
or effortlessly understandable,
typically only ever failing us
if we give away our control.
And sometimes, we obsess
and overthink because we’re human,
forgetting that our minds
have a mind of their own.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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