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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I begin to slowly die
whenever you’re away
disheartened by the absence
of your colorful array
An achromatic rainbow
is all that I can conjure
my mind’s eye being
desolate and somber
But then you return
like a prism in my mind
blotting out the bleakness
with a feeling undefined
My world becomes a haven
and my heart beats anew
saturated by all the colors
spilled on me by you
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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A fool can’t see
all he holds so near,
yet others do;
it’s often crystal clear.
So then that special gift,
or treasure at hand,
finds its wings,
but he can’t understand.
And that’s the way
love eventually escapes;
the heart loses hope,
and then it breaks.
There is a way, though,
to hold on to the prize,
but it only happens
if we realize.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Sometimes our minds
deceive us,
thoughts oft spilling over
as introspection takes flight.
Our minds tend to steal
our boxes,
those fancy ones filled
with practical reasoning.
Our minds can be
negligent and hurried,
blundering through the day,
then seizing up at night.
Our minds are uniquely etched
with thoughts and desires,
each personal contemplation
deliciously our own.
Our minds can get lost
in the depths of depravity
or swing gracefully to the side
of decency and honor.
Our minds are full of reflections,
ideas, and wonder,
serving as a haven
for the things we must hide.
Our minds can be enigmatic
or effortlessly understandable,
typically only ever failing us
if we give away our control.
And sometimes, we obsess
and overthink because we’re human,
forgetting that our minds
have a mind of their own.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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