thoughts

There are friends…

~ ~M ~ 31 Comments

There are friends,
and then there are friends.

Some will stay close like brothers;
others will come and go like the wind.

But all of them will have a special purpose.

Some will come to fill the dark places with light;
others will help mend our broken pieces.

One thing is certain; none will ever be forgotten.

Each one leaves an everlasting imprint,
deeply embedded and revered.

Remaining forevermore,
within our hearts and minds.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Come play with me

~ ~M ~ 13 Comments

Come play with me
Spend the whole day
We’ll find adventures
I’ll show you the way

Come play with me
We’ll have plenty to do
A fun day to share
Just me and you

Come play with me
Give me your hand
Let’s race to the moon
I know you’ll understand

Come play with me
There’s a secret place I know
A traipse through the forest
Is where we’ll have to go

Come play with me
Through the trees to the sea
The sound of the waves
Is sure to set you free

Come play with me
We’ll have so much fun
Let’s get going
Before the day is done

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Be

~ ~M ~ 23 Comments

Be the light that I need
Be the air that I breathe
Be all that I can see
Whenever I forget to be me

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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In a quiet place

~ ~M ~ 24 Comments

I’ve been away
Not had much to say

Been in a quiet place
Inside a forgotten space

Letting my thoughts swirl
While my feet uncurl

Feeling happy and carefree
As I find the inner me

Enjoying a different view
While still holding on to you

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Shelved hopes

~ ~M ~ 21 Comments

Silent shelved hopes
and bitter tears;
lifeless and disfigured
by mascara smears.

With gloom-wrapped shoulders,
she reaches out a hand,
but the majority pass by her,
and few can understand.

So she sits in stilled anguish,
waiting for a promising sign,
but the world is relentless
and only seeks to undermine.

She realizes she’s a burden,
another rift in society.
And so she sits and languishes
for all she’ll never be.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/homeless-beggar-woman-poverty-cry-3584319/

Writing prompt: A bottle of hope sat on the shelf