We pretended we didn’t know each other.
Then we pretended we didn’t like each other.
And because we pretended for so long,
I think I started believing in the pretends.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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I love being wrapped in the
warmth of a summer sun-ray
or doused in the drizzle
of an unexpected storm.
I love waking up to the sound
of a lazy locomotive
or finding myself lost in a dream
holding hands with the one I love.
I love listening to the whimsical
notes of wind chimes
or falling under the spell of a
tranquil, babbling brook.
I love being silly while dancing
and singing my heart out
or laughing til my stomach aches,
tasting my own tears.
I love rolling out of bed early
to behold a sunrise in full bloom
or staying up late stargazing
on a blanket spread for two.
I love feeling the warmth of soft
sand squishing between my toes
or listening to boundless waves
as they break along the shore.
I love witnessing the colorful birth
of a brand new spring season
or gazing upon a baby bird
stretching its wings for first flight.
I love watching the pure
beauty of a fresh fallen snow
or hearing the rumble of thunder
dancing across an amethyst sky.
I love thinking about all these
things, the things I truly love.
The world is such a magical place
when we choose to see the magic.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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The afternoon settles
into a quiet calm.
But it’s here
in this noiseless state,
where I find myself interrupted
by restless winds.
Those unexpected currents
stir up buried memories
of regretful sighs
and uneasy bitter truths.
Then with trepidation
coursing through my veins,
a quiet declaration is made.
I move in silent determination,
carefully traversing
those frustrating fields,
where chaotic blooms
begin to mushroom in my mind.
At last taking control,
seizing those past reflections,
wrestling with the delirium
of all those unspoken things.
And finally after hours
of agonizing lamentations,
those lingering grievances
begin to crumble
inside an iron-gripped will.
All those listless thoughts
long in their coming,
turning to ash,
fluttering lifelessly to the ground,
tasting their very last words.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Another day dims
but the light of your love
radiates brighter than ever.
In this worn out, weary world
you’re the one constant,
the heart of who I am.
You’re my shimmering star,
the everlasting one
whom I continue to follow.
Even when darkness
overtakes me,
nobody, not one
can change my mind.
For you live within me,
you’re the breath of my soul,
the very reason I shine.
I love you completely,
and I will trust you with my life
because you gave me yours.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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I often wish…
Thunderstorms could be kinder
Perhaps they come
To serve as a reminder
I often wish…
Rainbows could stay all day
But maybe they disappear
Because of all the gray
I often wish…
The moon could be less blue
Perhaps it’s just reflecting
The moods of me n you
I often wish…
The rain could be less wet
But maybe in all the pouring
Our own tears we forget
I often wish…
We could have less gloomy days
Perhaps all the darkness
Helps us appreciate the rays
I often wish…
I could reach up and pick a star
But maybe that would ruin
The wonder of all they are
I often wish…
Snowstorms could stay away
Perhaps they come to remind us
Of times we need to play
I often wish…
The sun could stay and never set
But maybe the reason
Is for the glory we can’t forget
I often wish…
This world could just see
That the beauty all around us
Is a reminder of what could be
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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