He’s learned me
while I’ve memorized him,
and slowly over the years,
the binding of our love story
has mostly stayed intact.
Sure our relationship
is not without its frayed edges,
but we are still bound
by the stubbornest of wills,
refusing to be beaten
by all those little things.
Our love is sincerely simple,
mostly held together
by old remnants of duct tape
and traces of super glue.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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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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Be the light that I need
Be the air that I breathe
Be all that I can see
Whenever I forget to be me
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Love can make a person crazy.
One moment we can be flying
high as a kite in bliss-filled folly,
and the next, be stuck knee-deep
in the fast forming muck of dolor.
Mostly makes me wonder,
is there ever an end?
Even though I already suspect
I know the answer,
I’ve still never figured out how
to live with the tragedies of love.
I just continue to remain tangled up
in all the delights and despairs,
entertaining the knock of love
whenever it happens to find me.
Seems like I would’ve learned
my lesson by now,
but I guess that just shows
the true value of love.
It’s worth more than any cost
we could ever bear.
So we open our arms to it,
time and time again,
hoping that someday
happiness will come along
instead of dismay.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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I stepped away,
left the beaten path,
and traversed my own way
to find my way.
It wasn’t easy,
and I’m still not quite there,
but the decision
to take a different course
has enabled me
to leave behind everyone
and everything
that was steering me towards
that dreadful rocky road,
the one we all sometimes face.
It was lucky for me
that somehow in my heart,
I knew I was going nowhere.
I remember peril,
urging me on
from that tempting horizon,
and it was so hard to say no.
But now,
after walking away
from where troubled waters
sloshed at my feet,
I see peace,
at last,
urging me on,
guiding me towards
the finish line.
Of course, now
It’s up to me
to regain my bearings
and finally go after
what I’ve been seeking all along.
And if I can do all that,
I might just have done
all that I was meant to do.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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