Rebirth

Rebirth

a change of heart
reinvention
a rebirth
whether literal or metaphorical
it is a momentous occasion
in our lives
a moment of great change
an extraordinary development.

literature offers a smorgasbord
of rebirth stories
from the classic rebirth story of
Ebenezer Scrooge in Christmas Carol
who sees the errors of his ways and transforms
to the magical love story of Beauty and the Beast
when Belle realized there was more to the Beast
being just a beast.

i have my fair share
of rebirth stories myself, the ones
that did not only change my ways
but my perspectives and my disposition
in life, in situations, and in handling people around.

but my greatest most amazing
rebirth story, if i may say
is when i met you when you held my hand
for the first time, when you kissed me
and embraced me and made your own
that my love was a total rebirth for me
it changed not only my ways, my perspective,
my disposition, but it changed
my heart and soul.

‘cos nothing and no one could beat the fact
that love, when true and pure and honest
that love, when endures the test of time
that love, when held on for so long
is the best rebirth story
one could ever tell.

P. S.

The beautiful artwork is by the talented Jayjay Z. Ebahan. You can check more of her beautiful graphic designs and artworks thru her IG and FB accounts:

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For Reena’s Exploration Challenge #236

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Burnt

Burnt

your eyes
are like the sun burning fiercely
ablaze with excitement
whenever you see me smile
whenever you are beside me
and just like what they all say
your love is burning
and i am so burnt up
over you.

so let go of everything
abandon yourself to my love
love me
enjoy me
follow me
lean on me.

together
we will watch as
the skies set on fire.

Tenacity

Tenacity

we could be anything we want to be with the power of our minds we will see

how our dreams and our goals become a reality
‘though the road may not always be easy as one two three

i had my fair share of failures along the way
it was difficult it tested my resilience and tenacity

i relied on my courage and continued even in the absence of my strength

i fought back fearlessly over and over again for what i truly want

i am where i am now because i refused to stay where i was before

i am where i am now because i dared to move ahead even when the road was chaotic

i am where i am now because i stopped looking back and looked forward all the time

for nothing in this world can take the place of a powerful mind a tenacious spirit and a grateful heart

we could be anything we want to be that’s how powerful our minds could be.

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Family: To Be or Not To Be

Family: To Be or Not To Be

i am part of the DNA that binds a family together
but a huge part of me is not connected though
a father i have not really from the same blood
but had me as his own ’till his dying dawn
a mother i have not the one who carried me into her womb
but loved me as her own even in days i am doomed
siblings i have, no binding DNA’s attached
but adored me as nobody else’ did
as you can see we can be family
minus the scientific description
of what a family should be.

A family isn’t limited to parents and their biological children. The word “family” is a big word. It covers many other types of loving Families who are closely bound by their love and concern for one another.

Some families have one parent—either a mom or a dad. Some have both a mom and a dad. Others have two moms or two dads.

Some kids live in families with foster parents. They care for children when their biological parents cannot. Other parents choose to adopt children to love and care for.

Lots of people consider good friends to be part of their family.
Family members are often close. They feel they can depend on one another for caring guidance and support.

For David’s Weekly Prompt
https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/15/w3-prompt-7-weave-written-weekly/

Love Liberates (after Maya Angelou)

Love Liberates (after Maya Angelou)

if you need permission to go i set you free
i’m sorry it took me years to do it with glee
i’m sorry i didn’t dare to do it sooner
i’m sorry for losing you i couldn’t bear.

i am grateful for your love all through these years
i am grateful for the many chances and many tears
i am grateful for all the times you let me be
i am grateful for the moments you stayed with me.

i love you even if you are near or far
i love you even if you live elsewhere
i love you even if i don’t see you around
i love you even if i don’t hear your sound

i would love to have your arms around me
i would love to have your smile to see
i would love to have your hug to hold
i would love to have your hand to hold

but that is not possible for now
so if you need permission to go
i set you free, i let you go
you deserve it from me

some people need permission to go
and i did not give that to you
it took me decades to let you go
and now, it’s time for you to go

love liberates
and i liberate you
from my love.

P. S.

Maya Angelou has always been my favorite American poet and civil rights activist. Maya Angelou speaks about the power of love to liberate the human spirit. She speaks of how her mother’s love liberated her to become her fullest self and how Maya’s love liberated her mother at the end of her mother’s life.

And when i saw Sadje’s photo prompt today, i was reminded of my Papa. the boat is and has always been symbolic of the fact that i have had separation “problems” with my father ever since i was a kid. i hate to see him leave for long days of work. why the boat? because i grew up spending my summer vacations in Boracay with the rest of my siblings and my father. and the boat is the only means of transportation to go and leave the island. and at the end of our summer vacation, i could not even bear the idea of looking at the boat because it will signify us leaving the island.

when my father died years ago, i was devastated (i was already an adult when he died) for one, i didn’t get to see him before he died. and years after i still feel like a am still holding on to him. there are days when i had to blame him for not waiting for me. there are days when i wanted him so bad because i am in such a big mess.

and though, i grew up so sheltered my papa never doubted, that i could one day become a strong and independent woman. he never doubted my skills, my talents, and my dreams. his love made me the woman that i am now. his love liberated me from the traditional “papa’s girl” notion; that when you are one, you won’t be able to do things on your own.

it has been over a decade now since he passed away, and as father’s day is now approaching it is just fitting to honor him and his love and to finally let him go. liberate him; from me questioning why he didn’t give me the chance to at least say my final goodbye to him.

Happy Father’s Day Papa, i promise from now on i will be writing poems about you only to celebrate your love for me.

for Sadje’s WDYS
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/06/13/what-do-you-see-138/

With You

With You

i only need a single beam of light
to summon my true courage

from the strongest part of my soul
to open my eyes and see that the road

ahead is brighter despite the challenges
despite the uncertainties

for this is how our broken hearts
will get fixed it is when we embrace

the dark night and stars together that we
see and long for the beauty of sunrise

i see that light i see that beauty in you
and from the bravest part of my heart

i say “i love you” even when our world is
still foggy and dark

i say “i love you” and i’d rather give us a chance even if it is so difficult and so hard

for there is no one else nobody else i’d love to spend my life with in good times and in bad times

but with you.

for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

Call It Whatever You Want

this week’s Poetry Reading Prompt “How To Be Alone”

(you can watch it here)

by Reena of https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/05/19/reenas-xploration-challenge-231/ is so inspiring that i am up for another response. 

the poem speaks highly of how to love yourself – alone, without the need for other people’s approval and love. sometimes, our desire to belong and to be loved is what kept us trapped in an abusive relationship. and i don’t just mean here abusive relationship between a couple. this may surprise you but relationships between and among friends and relatives could be abusive too. it happens normally when one party is the one always giving and understanding.

“you need to control your habit of forgetting to breathe”, “there is a you telling another story of you. Listen to her.” these lines from the poem struck me the most.

Call It Whatever You Want

sarcasm
arrogance
small insults
call it whatever you want
intentional or not one thing is sure
its meant to hurt you, break you, tear you apart
then the worst is yet to come when you finally
began to question your self-worth and start
believing that it could be true.

sarcasm
arrogance
small insults
bullying at its finest and it happens
not only among friends, among classmates
among co-workers; but between two people
two people who promised to love each other
someone is the arrogant bully who when
confronted claims to be a victim but refuses to
admit to having played the role of a victim.

sarcasm
arrogance
small insults
intentional or not
when you start to doubt yourself
and it takes you to a darker place
walk away before it’s too late.

Never

Never

how many times have you forgotten that you ain’t the story of your past
that you ain’t just a mere reflection of what happened. of a narrative once told
you ain’t that.
never.

i know it feels like dying every day knowing that somewhere out there
a story has to be told a reality you’ve long avoided
but the world doesn’t end even when your story
doesn’t end the way you want it
it won’t end.
never.

how many times have you convinced yourself
to just smile amidst the pain
to just breathe when it’s suffocating
to walk away gracefully from things and people
that don’t contribute to your
well being
don’t give up.
never.

i know you are wiser than your inhibitions
you are better than your problems
you are stronger when in doubt
you are resilient when tested by fate
you are tougher when confronted by fear
don’t lose your composure
don’t quit.
never.

take a break if you need to
but make sure to come back
better and stronger
wiser and tougher
breathe.

don’t lose hope.
never.

For Reena’ s Exploration Challenge
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/05/19/reenas-xploration-challenge-231/

It Ends Where It Begins

It Ends Where It Begins

is there anything
you can’t seize and hold firmly?
you have been shattered
you have been splintered
over the years
over time.

you have dealt
with all the traumas
and dramas so gracefully
that you emerged
beautiful and victorious
over the years
over time.

is there anything
you can’t seize and hold firmly?
i doubt there will be any
for you have kept a beautiful smile
amidst pain
amidst heartaches
over the years
over time.

when something ends
another begins what happens
in between is unknown to many
as to your ending and beginning
the in between was what made you
the woman that you are now.

amidst pain
amidst heartaches
over the years
over time.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/05/12/reenas-xploration-challenge-230/

Sixty-Five

Sixty – Five

i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty -five and you are sixty – nine
no longer capable of arguing over petty trivial matter sitting
quietly in our garden by the entrance porch your hand wrap around my shoulder
as our minds travel back in time when we  were young and restless
when our love stood by the ground of endless, pointless debates.

i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine
the kind that speaks highly of a love that survived and weathered all sorts of storms
for we know love is as delicate as a morning dew
and as fragile as a glass frame hanging by the edge of a wall
easily broken easily lost, but we muddled through the best we can
a photograph that will scream loudly of our love that survived against all odds.

i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine
wearing our beautiful smiles over our charming wrinkled faces
a remembrance that once upon a time there was a young beautiful “me”
who fell truly madly deeply in love with the dashing gentleman that is you
and that without a doubt were meant to be together from the start
even when we both doubted and ignored our overwhelming connection to one another.

so baby please hang on there for i so badly want that photograph of us together
when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine.

For David’s Weekly Prompt