Fury

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There’s a war
Breaking out
Beneath the surface
And the heart
Isn’t winning
This time

© 2019 Michelle Cook

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9-11

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In the midst of all the insanity we silently wait for hope

The fog has still not lifted
The faces in the crowds are still much a blur

We can’t quite hear the sad song
Twisting and twirling on the cool night air

But we listen so intently that our hearts begin to bleed

We know the song, its angry notes ringing in the night

It’s a lonesome frightful song that never seems to end

Until we realize the shadows are standing in the corners
Watching and waiting
We will never fully understand our fate

The leaves are turning into dust now
Sliding across the patent leather of our shoes

We try to wipe the dust away

But it’s too late
The damage is done
And all is lost forever in that twisting twirling breeze
From beyond that which we do not know or seek

We do not hear those cries that scream out in the night
But oh how we know they are there

Instead, we hide in darkness
Living and hoping that life will give us one more chance

Praying for mercy
We never fully understand the wickedness of our ways

Until the end, we shall never know

Our fate lies within the creases of our hearts
And our destiny is an unwritten page

© 2018 Michelle Cook


*This is one of the first poems I ever attempted to write.  I decided to leave it as is, even as tempting as it is to rewrite it.  Let us never forget what that day did for this country.  It was one of the worst tragic events we have ever faced, but it also brought unity to our nation like none I’ve ever seen.  We need to find that again.  Let’s not wait for another tragic event to do that; but instead, let’s try to be like that always.  We should all be supporting each other and reaching out to those in need every single day.  It should be something we do for the rest of lives.  ~M xo

All in the name of freedom

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War is something
I’ve never been fond of

Killing is something
I’m completely against

And yet I support a man
Who does this for a living

I too was taught and trained
To be a murderer myself

We do what we say we won’t
And end up hating what we do

All for the sake of others
Who ask for our protection

There are those who can’t fight
And many more who won’t

In the end we support and do
The very things we despise

All in the name of freedom
For the cause seems advantageous

But the burden of sacrifice
Is a lonely road to tread

Something only those who serve
Can fully understand

© 2018 Michelle Cook