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Time can be a blessing and yet sometimes a curse
Time is the essence of life and all that it’s worth
Time can be short-lived or even drag on for years
Time is the epitome of why we cry so many tears
Time can leave a heart feeling empty and lost
Time is the one thing that comes with a cost
Time can stand still when you’re with the right one
Time is the culprit behind most of what we’ve done
Time can point us to discoveries and precious treasure
Time is a provision whose value cannot be measured
Time can be taken for granted or genuinely admired
Time is one of those things that often leaves us tired
Time can be alluring or misleading in various ways
Time is the one thing we rely on to consume all our days
Time can offer us so much and gives us a reason to live
Time is the perfect gift that we should all want to give


Written by, Michelle Cook



Originally posted: January 11, 2016

Photo credit:  iamschan.wordpress.com

Featured Writer – Eva


Reflection about life:

What is this gift? Yes gift, because we never ask for. It has been given to us, due to randomness and nature. But there is no notice with it! Plus how complex it is!

Life is a mix of genetics, of a certain periods, of people met, of experiences, of places visited… These are the cards, now let’s play with them. Just take care, there is a limited time for this gift. We don’t know the end, but still… it will end in a moment. How do we know it? Because of previous people who have received similar gifts.

For my part, I have had this gift for 19 years. I played with it and it has been tough. I almost ran out of cards. I don’t know why I didn’t, and especially wonder how I didn’t lose all of my cards during hard times. Luck, perhaps? I don’t really trust luck. To my mind, luck might appear when you are trying to climb the mountain, not when you have given up. So no effort, no luck.

Today, I still own my gift; but strangely it’s like I’ve just received it. I still don’t understand how I should handle it. I’m confused and lost. My cards have evolved in 19 years. But I can’t see what I have in my hands; it’s fuzzy. I can’t distinguish anything clearly, and I wonder who could lift the fog. Nobody seems to have the ability… The fuzziness will never entirely disappear, but it can be subdued.

The truth is, because it’s my own gift, no one else can hold the cards for me.

Moreover, I have to make choices. With which cards do I want to go on? It also means which cards will I leave? So what is the best choice? Well, how can I know without trying…? And actually, is there a best choice, or is it me who needs to make it a good choice? It might be both. A balance of both. Make a good choice and make it be a good choice!  Ok, this lovely gift is so complex, so mysterious, so unknown…

Then what is the aim? Oh I forget, there is no notice.

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The gift of rain


Pitter patter

Goes the rain

Upon the roof

And down the drain


Showers greet us

At the door

A dismal day

Now something more


Puddles form

Along the street

Children rush

To stomp their feet


Shrieks of laughter

Fill the air

As people dance

Without a care


Such a sight

To behold

Everyone gathered

Young and old


Memories are bliss

When we don’t refrain

From playing in

The gift of rain



Written by, Michelle Cook

Photo found at: Pinterest.com



You are a rare gift that I treasure more with every passing day

Sometimes I trip and fall over the words that you say

Some days I can hardly believe how close I feel to you

And then other days I am left wondering if what you say is true

I have never felt this way about anyone before

You are the only one that I have ever truly adored

Like an angel looking out for me you came along

And when I think of you I am reminded of my favorite song

The way you’ve treated me has always been with utmost respect

And because of this we’ve been able to completely connect

I will forever cherish the love that you have shown to me

Beloved you are my treasure and always will be

Written by, Michelle Cook


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He was lost somewhere in the pages of time
Always searching for what he could not find

The treasure he sought just didn’t exist
Although the ache in his heart would always persist

Years went by and he gave up the fight
Never thinking he would find such a beautiful light

Then one day by random chance
He found his treasure under special circumstance

The sight was brilliant to behold
As precious as the purest of gold

He had waited all of his life to find
The gift that had dwelt in his subconscious mind

Finding the treasure had taken all of his life
Leaving him with undo pain and strife

If only he could have found his prize years ago
Instead of listening to lies and never letting them go

The pain and the suffering he could have foregone
Now haunted him from dusk until dawn

Broken he now had to make a decision
Would he listen to the past or make a revision

His choice could release him from his pain
Or hurt him more than he could ever gain

His choice of forgetting and letting go
Would help him more than he could ever know

Advice by his maker encouraged him to proceed
And by his choices he finally did succeed

Written by, Michelle Cook

Photo found on: Pinterest

The Gifted Ones – Writing 201: Poetry (Day 2 – Gift, Acrostic, Simile)


The Gifted Ones

Gallant Gymnasts
Olympic Achievers Over-worked
Open-minded Sensational Legends
Delightfully Dazzling


P.S. Can you find the hidden message?