In the Hours Between Dusk and Dawn

By Megan Cooke-Smith

These poems are the echoes of a soul that lives a life at one hundred miles and hour always. A soul that has traveled continents and back, overcome heartbreak, experienced the purest of love, is steeped in luck for the family and true friends she has around her and is humbled from the majestic experiences of being a parent. This book was written to be a reminder that there is passion in every corner of life, there are unexpected days of true happiness yet to come and that even the toughest of times do not remain forever. The collection contains varying styles and themes, but the majority aim to read to you a story wrapped in the verses of poem which can relate to each and every heart and mind. You and I may not take the same message from a poem, we may not read it in the same way, yet we will all relate to the words on some level and be catapulted back in time to a memory or in years to come, the words may tiptoe into your thoughts and a smile may threaten to turn up the corners of your lips.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Dec 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665595360

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© 2022 Megan Cooke-Smith. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or

transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 12/10/2021

ISBN: 978-1-6655-9535-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-9528-5 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-9536-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2021924846

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My poetry is my heart’s ability to speak when spoken words fail me. This book is dedicated to those around me who have helped me find myself, overcome struggles that seemed impossible to face, celebrate joys surrounded by the greatest love, and honoured me by being a part of my story to date. People have come into my life for short periods of time, and some have stayed a lifetime. But there are some who have left a mark forever on my soul, and they are the reason this has come to pass.

Contents

A Void Unknown

By Finding Him She Found Herself

A Real-Life Superwoman

Superhero with Wings of an Angel

Dear Nanny, This Is My Letter to You.

Some Man for One Man

An Elegant Hand, a Beautiful Soul

Friendship Made to Last

You

Moments

Just Go for It

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Their Love

The Family You Choose

Forgotten

A Mother, My Mother

Uncertainty

Somebody to Love

Dear Someone I’ve Loved from the Day We Met

After the Storm

Shadows

There’s Nothing Like It

Song of Life

When You Find Someone Special

Warm Heart

Twinkling Stars

Give Me Time

What Has Happened to Us?

Amour

Two Beautiful Gifts

To Be in Awe Of

Love

Promises to Keep

Forever in Progress

When Time Will Heal with Patience

Wanting It All at the Wrong Time

Trying to Move On

Second Chances Too Late?

What Is Poetry?

Painting It Purple

My Heart’s Other Half

Losing You

Fighting On

We Just Fit

Three Short Years of Wonder

My Nanny’s Garden

A Horse’s Forever Home

Bodies Communicate

All I Need Is You

The Reminiscing of an Apple Tart

Losing the First Letter

I Knew I Would Call You Ruby

Innocence and Laughter

One Drive at a Time

Late-Night Love

Mountain Views

A Dream Come True

Called

A Letter to the Sky

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A Void Unknown

Lost in the motion of a mind stuck at 200 miles per hour,

Thoughts become so entangled in a maze of emotions, process of focus quickly losing power.

A void greater than a glacial valley making its presence known,

The want of knowing why it’s there chilling down to the bone.

Nothing makes sense anymore: everything is a short-lived joy.

Many, the troubles dance in your eyes, threatening to push you to cry,

All the time waiting for the stars to align and the downpour to stop,

That the last outburst of rage will be just so, and the last tear fallen will be the final drop.

Every day a different mask is donned to best fit the current company,

Never allowing the truest version of yourself to be entirely free;

Forever searching for the something that will help to heal the wound invisible to even you,

Continuously trying to manoeuvre through the pity of false understanding of plenty and of few.

Trying to find the refuge in the thunder and lightning crackling from stormy skies,

To envisage the warmth of happiness that your heart is screaming out for your mind to visualise;

Hoping to find the strength to follow in the footsteps of the sun shining powerfully alone,

Rise and rise again, no matter how dark the night has been, portraying the strength you’ve always shown.

Smiles can mask the sadness in the eyes of a sad and weary soul;

Laughter can cover up the pain of hurt fresh that chipped away the ol’.

Kisses and embraces can push loneliness back into the shadows for a time;

Talking can create an illusion of completeness, more with every line.

Those looking in on your life can see only that the grass is evergreen.

They can’t see beyond the boundaries to an everlasting silent scream

Of having a life that people declare that you should by far be content with—

Only you know the perfection lying behind these walls is all but an illusive myth.

Tens of hundreds of people could surround you in a moment, yet all you can feel is loneliness.

You could lie with someone in the most intimate of moments and feel that contentment is slipping into the abyss.

Times of heartache and pain or danger coupled with uncertainty could be the times left forcing you to feel alive,

Extremes provoking the fight in you to awaken the power and drive.

Thoughts left to