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Reflection

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Who is this I see…

The one

Staring back at me

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Such an ordinary fixture

Quite insignificant

A forgotten participant

Nothing more than normal

Always drab and informal

Easily missed

Does she even exist?


Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: April 16, 2016

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Discover Challenge – Identity

Photograph

 

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Me – age 5

 

Hidden away

In the recesses

Of a forgotten room

There lies a young

Misplaced soul

Fair and bright-eyed

With an angelic smile

She awaits

An unexpected admirer

Sheer panels

Of wispy white fabric

Flow fluidly

From a bare window

Gently reassuring her

That the breeze

Has not abandoned her

Tiny elbows rest firmly

On a desk made

Especially for her

Small delicate hands

Tuck up under

A brave little chin

She sits in seclusion

While the world

Ignores her plight

Memories of her

Once eager presence

Have long been erased

The days

Of her childhood

A far distant memory

Captured long ago

In a well-posed portrait

Now the only

Living testament

Of her short-lived existence

The remainder

Of her days

Now spent resting

On a dusty ledge

Few remembering

Her delightful carefree spirit

As the years

Pass silently by


Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: September 16, 2016

A true cord of love

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The filaments of affection

Are often broken

Tossed to the side

Like an old forgotten token

Sometimes a thread of devotion

Just cannot stay

It’s the truth I’m afraid

Though it’s sad to say

And some strands are merely

Carried away on the breeze

Eventually settling in

Somewhere amongst the trees

Yet a true cord of love

Is hardly ever lost

For losing one of these

Comes with an insurmountable cost

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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Arm’s-length

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Arm’s-length

Is the exact

Distance

Between me

And most everyone

I know

 

And it seems

The space

Between

Creates an outlet

In case someone

Wants to go

 

As hard as I try

To bridge

That gap

It never

Seems to quite

Go away

 

And I feel

I’m so

Often forgotten

Simply kept

Further and further

At bay

 

Written by, Michelle Cook


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Defeated

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Emptiness settled in

Churning the remnants

Of a crushed heart

Gasping for air

She slid further

Down the black hole

Beaten and abandoned

Nobody realized

Completely forgotten

Ego filled pride

Suffocated

The cold stagnant air

Her emotions

Toyed with

Left to disintegrate

Defeated by him

The one who now ruled

Her pitiful lifeless soul

 

Written by, Michelle Cook

 

Domestic Violence Statistics

  • Every 9 seconds in the US a woman is assaulted or beaten.
  • Around the world, at least one in every three women has been beaten, coerced into sex or otherwise abused during her lifetime. Most often, the abuser is a member of her own family.
  • Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women—more than car accidents, muggings, and rapes combined.
  • Studies suggest that up to 10 million children witness some form of domestic violence annually.
  • Nearly 1 in 5 teenage girls who have been in a relationship said a boyfriend threatened violence or self-harm if presented with a breakup.
  • Everyday in the US, more than three women are murdered by their husbands or boyfriends.
  • Ninety-two percent of women surveyed listed reducing domestic violence and sexual assault as their top concern.
  • Domestic violence victims lose nearly 8 million days of paid work per year in the US alone—the equivalent of 32,000 full-time jobs.
  • Based on reports from 10 countries, between 55 percent and 95 percent of women who had been physically abused by their partners had never contacted non-governmental organizations, shelters, or the police for help.
  • The costs of intimate partner violence in the US alone exceed $5.8 billion per year: $4.1 billion are for direct medical and health care services, while productivity losses account for nearly $1.8 billion.
  • Men who as children witnessed their parents’ domestic violence were twice as likely to abuse their own wives than sons of nonviolent parents.

 

Statistical data found at:  Domestic Violence Statistics

For anonymous, confidential help, 24/7, please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) or  1-800-787-3224 (TTY)


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Forgotten

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Laying there helpless and insecure
An alabaster body of bones weeps to be held by someone
Naked and cold, curled up like an infant in the womb
Head shaved close, familiarity drives my curiosity
I realize that I am here to save him, but who is he?
Are you a soldier, a prisoner?
Someone from my past? A lover perhaps?
This dream is really shaking me, not sure why it’s breaking me
Your cold stark white body begs me to remember
I feel drawn to you, to help you, to touch your lifeless form
To comfort you as a mother comforts her children
But also to fulfill your need for more
The cravings that you have for nourishment
Are almost equal to your cravings for intimacy
So long it has been, since somebody held you close
And warmed your body next to theirs
Can I offer you mine to fill the void, is this what you need?
Oh hurry, please tell me, because I am about to lose this vision of you
The darkness closes in and you are slowly erased from my mind
I didn’t even get to see your face, will you reveal yourself to me next time?

By, Michelle Cook

A Wisp of a Whisper

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I heard one night

A whisper in my dream

A soft voice

So kind and gentle

I smiled as I saw

The face of a little girl

Standing right in front of me

She smiled so brightly

And laughed so brilliantly

She took my hand

And led me through

The dark and winding path before us

Hand in hand

We walked through

This ever-going dream

She whispered to me

All sorts of things

She told me stories of long ago

Good and bad times of her life

She always told them in her small voice

I couldn’t help but smile and laugh along with her

As she told me these momentous memories of hers

For a long time

She and I walked this long road

Together…

I went on with her

When I realized something quite odd

I looked at the shadows around us

And then

I realized that all this time…

She had been protecting me

All this time while I was with her

From horrible monsters

These nightmares

Had followed us

But every time she made me smile

Made me laugh

A little light would appear

And they went

Far, far away

And slowly

The light had grown bigger and brighter

Now standing before me

A great big opening showed me a light

What was there?

I had yet to know

She held my hand and ran with me towards the light

And in we went…

The light

So familiar

I realized

It was none other than her

This little girl

She had once existed

Once she was someone out there

And one day

She disappeared

Erased from all who knew her

And even the earth itself

Have all forgotten her

And now what is left of her

Lives as a wisp of what had been

Her long forgotten spirit

Lives in me

Way back in the tip of my memories

Hidden from me

She fought so hard to reach out to me

And finally

She came forward

And awakened

What I had sorely forgotten

The brilliant light of the many memories of me and her

Shone so great I had to shield my eyes from it

The blinding light that burned me so greatly

With its amazing brilliancy

Gently, she brought my arm down from in front of me

She took my arms

And hugged me one last time

With one last smile on her lips

She told me

That even though her existence

Had been erased from my mind

The memories

Mine and hers

Would always remain in our hearts

Forever…

Poem By,

Brianna L. Cook, age 13


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