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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I believe there is some truth behind every belief
I also know I will never know all there is to know
My intuition shows me what’s important
My gut tells me when I’m right or wrong
All I ever need to do is search within me
The answers to all my questions are always there
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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Wilted, that’s how I feel,
a flower that’ll never bloom again.
My petals droop and die,
fluttering to the ground one by one;
will I ever be restored?
I’m going through this phase;
maybe someone can relate.
Emptiness encases me
like a thick woolen glove.
I’m trying to escape the feeling
of being smothered and surrounded
by all that has invaded my insides
over these past fifty-some years.
Is it too much to ask
to be able to understand myself?
© 2025 Michelle Cook
*These were some personal sentiments I found when reading through my journal over this past year. I think I’m much closer to understanding myself now, but there are days when the weight of this world still closes in on me and reminds me of all the things I wish I could change. I’m happy that I never stay stuck in my head for long, and I generally snap back after a few days of wallowing in self-pity. I’m continuing to look for ways to keep a positive outlook on life. Nobody wants to be droopy forever. 😉
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You can’t erase a feeling
It’s like lying to your soul
Everything you feel
is a product of the whole
The sum of our emotions
remains buried deep inside
Sometimes they all surface
to be a witness or a guide
Everything we hold onto
has a purpose to protect
We mustn’t overlook that
in our attempt to neglect
The will that gathers within
lives to set our spirits free
Provoking our potential
to be what we might be
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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There are levels of love
pain flowing through each one
when you consider the depth
the intensity is overwhelming
I cry when I think of the ones
who left their scalding indentations
I smile with immense satisfaction
realizing I survived them all
I have grown with every storm
as tears watered and rejuvenated
rooted in newfound knowledge
reaching for an endless sky
And all the levels of love
make perfect sense to me now
I’ll be holding onto the ones
who understand these words
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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