He really does…

He gives me his time
as he’s always there
showing me he sees me
when others aren’t aware

He holds my heart
so gently and secure
making it his duty
to love and reassure

He knows when I’m down
cheering me right up
and even when he’s low
he’s still filling my cup

He’s a caring old soul
often pretending to be gruff
making me laugh
through the craziest of stuff

He’s the only person
who’s ever understood
all the weird parts of me
no one else ever could

He senses my presence
even when I’m not there
and nobody else
will ever compare

I love you… xoxo

~M

© 2026 Michelle Cook


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Regarding beauty

There are some who will never understand,
for it’s often hard to see beauty in anything,
let alone among the tragic realities of life.

Tragedy comes in many forms,
each with its own underlying purpose and appeal.

For instance,
there is this overwhelming loveliness
of a rose
even in the midst of its thorny pricks.

And there is the awe-inspiring wonder
of a thunderstorm,
even though it can cause untold damage.

Do we ever say to either of those
that we wish they’d never been,
simply because they’re dangerous?

On the contrary,
we welcome both into our homes,
treasuring their grandeur.

Caressing the silky-smooth petals of one
and trying to catch a glimpse
of the majestic radiance of the other.

Each is a miracle in its own wondrous way.
Each can also offer an unfavorable
or terrifying experience,
depending on our view.

We must remember that just because something
is potentially hurtful doesn’t make it any less beautiful.

© 2026 Michelle Cook


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You just be you

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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Faith

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

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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