You just be you,
who cares what others do.
At the end of the day,
they’ll be gone anyway.
Then you’ll be left alone,
another day unknown.
Because none can ever tell
where you inwardly dwell.
That’s the fun of being you,
even if your secrets are few.
Just be happy you exist,
and go on and be remiss.
Your life is yours to live,
you don’t always have to give.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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What is the point of madness
this rat race
this outdoing of ourselves
time and time again,
when does it end,
death?
And who’s counting the days,
you or me?
The completeness of our lives
is it weighed on merit?
Self-accomplishment?
Maybe a little of both?
Maybe neither?
What do we do when our intuition becomes corrupted,
when the things we thought we wanted have blurred lines
and no direction.
Do we keep repeating the same old story?
Take a new path?
Perhaps what justifies our actions could be all that truly matters.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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We hold on to the feelings
We all once knew
The times when love blossomed
And progressively grew
But things change
And people pull away
We’re left not knowing
What else we can say
It’s so hard to let go
Of someone close to our heart
But often they’ve decided
To make a new start
We can suffer for years
Wishing things were different
The past can haunt us
When we become reminiscent
Then we realize the truth
That life must go on
Even if those we once cherished
Have now permanently gone
And we get through it all
Letting go day by day
Knowing there’s nothing more
We could ever do or say
© 2017 Michelle Cook
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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They sense
the pull
the tug
the distance
resistance
They feel
every thought
every question
every emotion
commotion
They know
the reality
the truth
the lies
sighs
They see
every move
every look
every disguise
wise
They love
the good
the bad
the best
blessed
They give
every piece
every purpose
every chance
romance
They bring
the fun
the hope
the laughter
banter
They are
every day
every way
every moment
ours
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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