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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
michnavs 