Those Days

Those Days

“and when this is all over, i hope to hold your hand, kiss you around and see you smile”

i long for the days when friends are source
of love and inspiration and all sorts of measures
those times when people  are out of the street
unmindful of what’s happening and what’s scares a bit

i long for the days when friends witness each other’s smiles
the smiles and laughters we have forgotten for a while
those moments when we truly see how delightful people can be
is now sadly hidden behind a fashionable mask to see

i long for the days when hugs don’t freak anyone around
when kisses are manifestation of undying love to hold
those gestures that made us more human
those love language  we surely miss a lot this time

For Sadje https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/31/what-do-you-see-119-january-31st-2022/

So No One Told Me

So No One Told Me

so no one told me it would feel this way
unexplainable in so many beautiful ways
my mind is trying to make sense how this is
my heart is celebrating “it’s wonderful” it says

so no one told me it’s magical beyond magic
unknowable, impossible even through logic
my senses are feasting over delightful sight
of you beside me as i see the first ray of sunlight

so no one told me how it would feel this way
just you beside me is breathtaking i swear i say
i could trade anything in the world for you
to be where you are anywhere my boo

so no one told me it would feel this way
but thanks to you i knew it now anyway

The words to lead your piece for this week are

• unknowable

• unexplainable

Then Came Along You

Then Came Along You

my memory has become hazy
remembering what was crazy

my heart has become indifferent
loving like a true blooded poet

my soul has become cold
feeling the warmth so odd

my eyes has become bleak and blurry
looking for the future in a dark starry sky

my body has become weak and weary
fighting the urge to keep my bravery

then came along you

Written for:

Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/24/what-do-you-see-118-january-24-2022/

Eugi’s https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-hazy-january-25-2022/

You can still vote for my poem “Holding Hands” as Publication of the year at spillwords kindly click this link https://spillwords.com/vote/ and to all those who have voted, thank you very much

Vote for “Holding Hands”

My poem “Holding Hands” is nominated as Publication of the Year -poetic at Spillwords

Thank you to Dagnara and the rest of the Spillwords Team for this recognition. I am honored to have been nominated.

Kindly Click the link to vote:

VOTING will be officially held from January 26th – January 30th on our voting page: https://spillwords.com/vote/

Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon

it wasn’t planned, i know. but it doesn’t mean i didn’t want to

and that’s the thing, do we really need to want something to have it?

aren’t we suppose to love it and want it all at the same time when it’s there?

 already there.

and that’s again the thing. before you knew it’s there. it’s gone.

taken away. so suddenly. not a slight chance of survival was given.

gone. too soon.

and i didn’t know it could hurt this much.

until that last drop of hope is lost. last chance of opportunity is missed.

how soon is too soon? how fast is so fast? and how sudden is so sudden?

oh, God here i am trying to figure out, where have i gone wrong?

how did i not know? how did i not suspect? how did i not realize?

may i borrow Taylor Swift’s line and say

“come on baby come with me, we’re gonna fly away from here” to whom i will sing this now?

how am i gonna remember you anyway? how do you want me to call you my angel?

with tears in my eyes and blood oozing down my body, i write this.

to remember you. and be reminded of you.

that on this day, you came. that on this day too, you were taken away.

i wish i could have been spared a little more time with you.

 ‘cos i sure would love to hold you close to my heart.

and if by then chance you will be taken away, at least,

at least maybe i have a clear remembrance of you.

and maybe, just maybe it won’t hurt this much. it won’t hurt so bad.

with a heavy heart, i wonder. how soon is too soon?

how fast is so fast? and how sudden is so sudden? so this one’s a lullaby for you

that on this day, you came. that on this day too, you were taken away.

“Iconoclasm is breaking of established rules or destruction of accepted beliefs”

I want to talk about a highly sensitive issue most people don’t openly discuss – losing a baby during pregnancy.
Although losing a baby in pregnancy through miscarriage or stillbirth is common, it is still a taboo subject worldwide, linked to stigma and shame.
Mainly because 85% of miscarriages happen during the first trimester, mostly before mothers even announce their pregnancies to friends and relatives or the public.

Many women still do not receive appropriate and respectful care when their baby dies during pregnancy or childbirth. Women who lose their babies are made to feel that should stay silent about their grief, either because miscarriage and stillbirth are still so common, or because they are perceived to be unavoidable. Anyone would just dismiss the topic whenever discussed and say “it’s normal”. Of course, it’s not okay.

Miscarriage and baby loss is a topic so rarely spoken about, which seems such an incredible loss in itself, given that it’s how one in every four pregnancies ends. It seems entirely bizarre and wrong, that something so common could become such a taboo subject. And I’d like to break that taboo. If you had lost a baby by miscarriage, know that you are not alone. You can talk to any of your trusted friends or relatives. Talking about it will heal you. You and your partner can also go through healing together. It’s not easy but when you have someone who listens willingly to your story, it will make the healing process go on smoothly.

You can share your story via the comment section or email me. I am not an expert but, I am willing to listen to your story.

For Reena’s https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/01/20/reenas-xploration-challenge-214/

Everything Will Be Fine

Everything Will Be Fine

even though its hard to do
i confront my fears
with faith in my heart
with fire in my soul

i possess the courage
i have the strength
to bring another life
healthy in this world

i am strong and healthy
i trust in the wisdom
of my body to be
a safe place

i can do all the impossible
I’ve survived all the worst
i am strong
i will be fine

just breathe.

For Eugi’s https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-affirmations-january-18-2022/

P.S.

As I continue to explore writing issues and topics that are mostly taboo; like “miscarriage” I opted to write an affirmation poem for mothers who have silently lost thier babies during the course of pregnancy.

Positive affirmation will hopefully help them heal.

Miscarriage is a traumatic event which affects every woman differently, but can lead to grief, anxiety, depression, and even symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

Some women chose to speak up and share. Some opted to keep silent and continue with their lives. And it might surprise us, but some have actually become a highly functional empowered woman. And some believed (even the mother herself) that she moved on with the trauma. Little do we know that they are actually the ones agonizing the most. When the lights, the glamour, the demands of work are over their world will fall apart. And the cycle just continues for them.

Little Bleep Too (A Monologue Flash Fiction)

Little Bleep Too (A Monologue Flash Fiction)

I never realized my story would end before it could even begin.

I silently wished to make it through. I actually have been praying so hard. And, I tried to be so good too. When I was told to behave, I did. When I was told to hang on, I did. When I was told hope, I did. I prayed so hard. I behaved so well. I held on tightly. I hoped (even when hope was not an option).

I was that “little bleep” screaming silently, wanting to see the world outside. I was a witness to how love survived all odds. Oh, geez I’ve witnessed the two most annoying human beings for wanting to get rid of each other, and yet not even one of them wanted to say goodbye first. How funny and stupid could that be? But well, at the end of the day, I hear them speak of love (so much love ) for each other. I hear them talk of their future and their plans. And, the most exciting part, I hear them discuss their plans for me.

I got so excited myself too.

I can’t wait. I really can’t wait.

Until today. Someone might have pulled the plug (or is there any plug at all?) I slowly and suddenly lost control of my breathing. It became so hard to breathe. I became so dark. It became so silent. Then I heard one heartbreaking confirmation “I’m sorry, we’ve lost it” Oh, how my heartaches. Damn! I wanted to be out so bad. But hey, my heart aches for my mom who was weeping alone, alone in the corner, with no one, nobody. I cried myself too. Then I wondered how would dad feel too?

I would really want to see the world outside. Live a beautiful life. Dream a dream and make a difference.

But…

There was silence. There was total darkness.
I see nothing. I hear nothing.

P.S

This photo prompted me to write Part 2 of Little Bleep read here https://michnavs.wordpress.com/2022/01/05/little-bleep-a-monologue-flash-fiction/.

I wonder how each unborn child would be when they grow up if only they were lucky enough to make it out in this world. They could be our future best world leaders, future best scientists, future best directors, future best poets.

For women who know they’re pregnant, about 10 to 15 in 100 pregnancies (10 to 15 percent) end in miscarriage. Most miscarriages happen in the first trimester before the 12th week of pregnancy. Miscarriage in the second trimester (between 13 and 19 weeks) happens in 1 to 5 in 100 (1 to 5 percent) pregnancies.

For Sadje
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/17/what-do-you-see-117-january-17-2022/

Words

Words

i exhaled it all out of my suffocating lungs
i needed some space to loosen the pain
i took on the comfort of my gentle words
but i couldn’t tame them not this time

so i use the harshest expressions in a very jarring way
to pierce through every single cell your body has
so that blood will slowly trickle out each of your vein
maybe then you’ll know how much ache it was

i could think of all the bad and the worst
i could summon all that is hated and that is condemned
all the things i need just to get it through the cut
i probably want some solid-fluid air than them

i so ceased, i stopped being gentle and kind
even with the words i try to rhyme and count

for once i tell you, i’d be better when i’m good

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 213

Beaten, Taunted by Michelle Navajas

My Poem Beaten, Taunted is up now in MasticadoresUsa

Thank you to Gabriella, the editor for this wonderful opportunity.

Here is an excerpt of the poem.

“i don’t know what hurt the most being beaten up or being taunted?

the beating produces bruises and wounds but eventually
it will heal, it will become a scar, a scar that will remind you
of the wars you’ve won, of the battles you’ve overcome
the scars, in effect, will make you a better , stronger, triumphant person
then you are healed of the traumas of the past
healed of your brokenness”

To read the full poem click the link

https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2022/01/12/beaten-taunted-by-michelle-navajas/

MasticadoresUsa // Editor: Barbara Leonhard

Photo byAnnie SprattonUnsplash

Beaten, Taunted

by Michelle Navajas
site: https://michnavs.wordpress.com/

i don’t know what hurt the most being beaten up or being taunted?

the beating produces bruises and wounds but eventually
it will heal, it will become a scar, a scar that will remind you
of the wars you’ve won, of the battles you’ve overcome
the scars, in effect, will make you a better, stronger, triumphant person
then you are healed of the traumas of the past
healed of your brokenness

but the humiliation and insults, do they even heal?
the damaging words uttered do they even fade away?
how do you mend a heart battered by indiscretion?
how do you cure a mind tortured by insults?
how do you rescue a soul drowning with indignity?

will there even be scars after each prejudicial word is said?
how do you cure ruined self-worth because of mortification?
i…

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Indigo Sky

Indigo Sky

did i ever tell you that you are
the sunshine in my indigo sky?
the warmth in my winter nights?
the rainbow after my storm?

did i ever tell you i wanna
build my life in the comfort
of your loving, endearing arms?
in the ardor and zeal of your embrace?

baby with you beside me
is the beginning of the end
of a life full of indigo skies,
winter nights and stormy days

For Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/10/what-do-you-see-116-january-10th-2022/