Isn’t it true
There’s a writer in you?
Can’t you see
All you’re meant to be?
Why would you be here
If this weren’t true?
Best get to writing
It’s expected of you. 😉
© 2018 Michelle Cook
truth
I’ve been thinking about love
I’ve been thinking about love
And how for a brief moment
I held it in the palm of my hand
I was filled with a hurricane of emotions
Something my heart could barely withstand
So powerful was the force
That it took me by complete surprise
And my heart now wonders
How such a love ever became compromised
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Wilting efforts
If success is only measured
By man’s own heart
Than what the hell have we been doing
From the very start
We live each day
Trying so hard to get ahead
And with all this mindless shuffling
It’s a wonder we aren’t dead
We scurry and worry
Then we sigh and we cry
While all along never realizing
We’re really just living a lie
Because this isn’t actually living
It’s not about what we’ve done
At the end of the day
We aren’t even having any fun
Instead we’re torturing ourselves
Frustrated by our lack of gain
Each day is just a wilting effort
Driving all of us insane
We’ll never accomplish everything
And never be all we’d like to be
It shouldn’t take our entire lives
For us to finally see
We’ve got to stop measuring our happiness
By the world’s standard views
And take on the dauntless challenge
Of living a life of a whole new hue
Daring to risk it all
Our regular lives might come with a cost
And yet without even trying to change
We forget we’ve already lost
© 2018 Michelle Cook
*This is what my brain produces at 3 am when I can’t sleep. Lol… Have a great day everyone! 😉 ~M
Writing prompt: Wilting efforts
A touch of perfect
He was a touch of perfect
And yet perfect was never meant to last
And the problem seemed to stem
From when the present became the past
Over the years he changed
His familiar face I could no longer see
And it was a heart-crushing moment
When he was no longer who I knew him to be
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: A touch of perfect
Conclusions
There’s truth to be found
In the most unlikely places
Small hidden kernels
In the most improbable spaces
And to find these concealed realities
Often makes our heads spin
An aha kind of moment
Lets loose from deep within
And it’s sort of freeing
When at last we conceive
All the things we were blind to
The things we wanted to believe
Makes it easier to move on
And let go of the past
To discover new avenues
That may conceivably last
It all starts with intuition
And listening to your gut
For that’s the only way
To determine what is what
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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