Nothing beats the pain of losing yourself to somebody you barely even know. Nothing beats the pain of crying when you know it isn’t enough. Nothing beats the pain of wanting to die when you know death may not even be the answer.
Mia was your regular College girl. Pretty, charming, and smart. When everyone else thought it was a blessing, Mia later realized, it was rather a curse. For it was that same pretty and charming face that brought her to her agonizing situation.
Raped at 18.
And was forced to mature at such a young age.
Mia couldn’t actually recall the details anymore. Or maybe she chose to forget. Or maybe, forgetting was her way of coping.
Did forgetting help? Maybe yes, maybe no. One thing was sure though, it helped her moved on.
She intentionally forgot even the face of her perpetrator, the man who took away her innocence, the man who gave her endless nights of crying alone, and the man who at some point made her want to end her life.
But, forgetting helped. And oh, there was one more.
She never spoke about the abuse, to anybody, to anyone.
She kept her silence for so long. And yes, for some reasons and probably by the grace of God, her silence helped her forget and eventually moved on.
Now, years after, she chose to speak up. And why, now? Because she has found her peace now, and in her peace, she can better narrate her story and empower young women.
She promised herself, that she will devote her time, her expertise, and her resources to help victims of abuse and violence cope and survive.
And yes, Mia moved on; but she was never healed. Moving on, is entirely different from healing. Mia realized this by helping fellow victims.
when you knocked me off the wall, you left me begging. begging for a chance. a chance to kindness, compassion, and love. but you walked away, in your great Gatsby-style swag. as if nothing happened. no harm was done.
you left me bleeding. my heart bled for the future my soul cried for the trust
when you knocked me off the wall, you took away, away all the good in me, the best in me. except for one thing. one thing.
for when you knocked me off the wall, I swear you’ll never have me nor will you ever have the power over me.
when you knocked me off the wall, I was hurt. I was scared.
but I took the courage and said no, no, to your outrageous crazy way of getting what you want
over a cup of tea and in between madness and magic there lies you, you who makes my tea grow cold, as I couldn’t possibly take, take a single sip, without drowning my thoughts, flooding my heart for every sip I take is every memory of your kiss your lingering kiss
over a cup of tea and in between madness and magic there lies the thought of you, you who makes my tea grow cold, as I couldn’t possibly take a single sip, without soaking my eyes suffocating my breathe with your love, your undying love for every sip I take is every memory of your love your love so true
over a cup of tea in between madness and magic I have you only you, my love
“I Would Fly To Where You Are”, Available via KOBO.COM and Amazon (ebook/kindle file/paperback)
“Soar” is the hope that everything that falls in the seasons of love always fly on its rightful destinations. When two hearts soar high to the highest, it has no limits. It’s immeasurable for love is the wing itself. Love is strength when one is tired. “Love is unconditional.” “Love wins against all odds.” “Love is contagious.” “Love requires sacrifice.” Sometimes, “Love is blind” but most of the time, it is an element that keeps us awaken. Love is an unending cycle of poetry that never runs out of ink and plumage.
Love is not just a feeling and a gift but a companion that helps us enjoy life in Summer, a gratitude in surviving tests in Fall, a wishing soul that needs to be renewed in Spring, and a recollection of desires and uncertainties of each person’s As and Zs in Winter.
“What if Snowflakes Don’t Fall in Winter?” The title itself speaks the kind of love that is unconditional and phenomenal. As an aspiring writer myself, I have always wanted to write stories about seasons to correlate with love through a fiction (or maybe from a true to life stories). I got demotivated because of my recent hang-ups and this book relives this goal. As I scan its leaves page by page, it made me go back to the time when Ms. Michelle stepped on my existence.
Ms. Michelle is my teacher in my two English subjects in college. She teaches smoothly, and her low-key life really inspires me not to give up in my heart’s desires while embracing and loving the life that fate had given me. Her perseverance to her dreams and love for her family are goals. At an early age, she became a mother and a pursuer of a dream which is so admirable. The thing I could never forget about her is, one moment, when I entered to her class to give her a document from the office I used to work with as a student assistant. I was so surprised when she said in front of her class that I am her top student. I don’t know if she could still remember this but surely for me, those words marks and will mark with me for the rest of my life. She had no idea how I needed to hear those words. She’s one of the few people who keep on believing in me during the times when I find it so hard to believe in myself. Since then, I’ve been searching for her in social media and her personal account is nowhere. “She has always been low-key”, I said to myself. Luckily enough, a mutual friend shared her poems on Spillwords NYC. That was the start of this beautiful journey with her writings. She made me realize that it’s never too late to start and journey a career for yourself – that touches others through the gift of words. Ms. Mich’s pieces came at the time when I needed words about surviving psychological abuse in her book “After – Rain Skies: A Million Stars”. When I was about to give up on love, her book on “What if Snowflakes Don’t Fall in winter?” arrived. Her books gave so much impact to me as someone who is still trying to move forward and bounce back. They made me trust the journey of healing; believe in love again, to dream for the love I deserve. That we all deserve.
In life, you meet people and you write poetry about them. Some people come to your life not to become home, but to teach you how much and how big you can love, how fragile you can be. These people are your road that leads to your home – YOU. Some come to teach you lessons in hardest ways. Some come as God’s instrument to help you break free from your comfort zone, pulls you up from the rock bottom but have to go after that mission. Some come to touch your heart and soul in ways they do not even know. Ms. Michelle is the latter.
Rose Ann V. Molase, MBA-HRM Human Resource Associate
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Poetry – like a mathematical equation – can go from simple to complex.
But it can only get appreciated once understood. However, what sets poetry and equations apart is the fact that poetry talks about experiences and emotions.
I had known the author, Ms. Michelle Navajas, back when I was still in college. She was an instructor in our school before, and when I was still a freshman, I had already dreamt of having her as my English teacher. Though, time did not grant that dream. When her daughter enrolled in our college, there I got the chance to meet her again. Every time we would have literary competitions, I would always consult her to check our pieces. She never fails to keep me in awe with her talent and eloquence in writing and speaking.
In this book of Ms. Michelle Navajas, she will take us to greater heights to remind us of that euphoric feeling of being in love. Being in love sets us on cloud nine – ecstatic, delighted, and thrilled.
Love gives us a certain amount of strength and boost that is both unexplainable and unfathomable. It gets us through whatever obstacle to be with the one to whom our hearts belong. But love is not always about joy; it also includes pain – especially when love fades or becomes one-sided. If the feeling is real and deep, moving on would be the hardest thing to do. Time may heal all the wounds, but the pain will leave a scar. Nevertheless, love, despite the pain it may bring, will always keep us going.