Leather straps
A memory of searing pain
The kind that leaves
An abusive stain
Lies to cover up
The cruelty and the hurt
Behind locked doors
Where punishment would flirt
Damaged beyond
What she even knew
This is what she thought
Every father would do
Then one day
She realized the truth
Those embedded scars remain
As deplorable proof
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! Leathery lies
She dreamt of sweeties
Candies galore
Along with mounds of cookies
Piled on the floor
There were licorice laces
Lying all about
And candy corns
Which had just begun to sprout
Marshmallow fluff covered
Her once boring bed
And she began to consider
If she could possibly be dead
The curtains appeared
To be made of toffee
And she wondered if someone
Had poisoned her coffee
She thought this might be heaven
Or potentially a nightmare
While tasting Bavarian cream
As it dripped from her hair
And she thought to herself
Perhaps sweet dreams really do come true
Maybe they just don’t happen
The way they seem they ought to
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! Bavarian cream dreams
Each crinkled page
Worn and tattered
Reveals the truth
About all that matters
It’s the in-between places
All those crinkles and folds
Which explain the life
That she now holds
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! The In-between
He has knowledge and wisdom
Beyond logical compare
He understands the very things
In which others aren’t unaware
And yet he can’t always see it
Or understand the how’s and why’s
Which frustrates him immensely
All because of a gift he can’t deny
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For the one who’s imprisoned in so much darkness that they can’t see through
For the one who’s lost in a sea of emptiness trying their very best to make do
For the one who is laughed at and ridiculed daily, and long ago withdrew
For the one who feels alone because heartfelt loving words are long overdue
For the one who feels worthless and ashamed because of a life of blame, it’s untrue
For the one who feels unloved and unaccepted and just wants someone to run to
For the one who’s dying inside and desperately hoping that God is really true
For the one who has hopes and dreams and is just waiting for a chance to breakthrough
This one’s for you…
Never give up and never forget that you are worth so much more than you could ever imagine.
God loves you more in a single moment, than anyone else could love you in a lifetime.
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Originally Written, January 2016
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