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/


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.


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


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

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/

New Chapter (A Haibun)

New Chapter (A Haibun)

A new chapter may not always mean a new beginning. Sometimes it’s just a repeat of what has been done and has been forgotten. A reminder of the awful but beautiful past we are forced to forget for our brains are genetically wired to protect our hearts from remembering what’s most painful and agonizingly tragic. But somehow, our brains may not always have the power to protect us for somewhere along the lane, down the road we trudge we are confronted by the past we deliberately tend to forget. The choice then is on us; do we make it right this time or do we just let the opportunity slip away?

life isn’t easy

new chapters can be daunting

i’ll be brave for you

I Thank God for my Poetry

I Thank God for my Poetry

i thank God for my poetry
for my syllables my lines my verses
they are amazingly pretty
i say it with great pride and emphasis
i thank God and i can’t be petty
for it has made my life better and wondrous

new ideas and new forms are out everyday
as i keep track of the stunning world of poetry
i struggle to stay up and updated i say
or do i really need to take it all in and be hurry
my lines and my verses i write them as i play
so i’ll take it easy regardless of what’s brand new crazy

i thank God for my poetry as loved by many
even with so many claiming to be poets
even with new lines, new verses published everyday
yet i see the loyal ones coming back as my assets
they made my poet heart happy like Hemmingway

and oh, i must not forget to say
i thank God for my muse
the one i write my poetry daily
i thank God for my muse
the poetry i write, the love of my life

P. S.

My first time joining Reena’s Exploration Challenge prompt no. 212

It’s new … does it mean it’s welcome?

Silent Scream {a flash fiction}

Silent Scream {a flash fiction}

“and what about the damage it caused me, I have to live with it my whole life?” This is what I would want to say. But no! I chose not to speak. I chose not to say a word. For what good would it bring if I speak when no one listens? No one understands? So, calmly, I gather myself up and take it from the start. From the bottom; me and my silent screams. I’m better off that way.

People believed you are in pain only when they see you bleeding. But not all pains have been cinematic and melodramatic.

It’s the silent scream that’s most painful of all.

And that’s why sometimes i wonder “can i just trade life with this little cute furry kitten, enjoying life with no complications?….just for once… for once…because i am really tired… ‘nakakapagod na’ [it’s tiring]”

I just need a moment to rest.

I am tired.

for Sadje’s WDY

I Don’t Know How My New Year Would Be

I Don’t Know How My New Year Would Be

i don’t know how New Year would be
without striking display of fireworks to see
loud noise signaling a welcome celebration
endless list of what to be’s and what not to be’s new year’s resolution
i don’t know how New Year would be
without singing “Auld Lang Syne” with glee
eating black eyed peas for goodluck
or a mignight kiss honoring a year ahead full of love
but i don’t know how my new year would be without you baby

i wanna thank you baby what a wonderful year it was
i am eternally grateful, you have my deepest thanks
my heart is filled with nothing but respect and appreciation
with so much gratitude so it’s time for celebration
i can never thank you enough for the things that you do for me
your constant effort to make me happy is highly appreciated
but i don’t know how my new year would be without you baby

it felt like I should do something to stop the flow of time and pause
cos i’m afraid time would be unkind to me, to you and to us
’twas the best year i swear, both unprecedented and little ironic
a year that left us speechless, but made us dauntless in panic
but i don’t know how my new year would be without you baby

so i wanna thank you baby and please stay

HAPPY NEW YEAR dear WP friends and poets


who lights you up?


you’re my light
you’re my life
i need you by my side
as i sail on the distraught
troubled water in stride

let’s navigate
steady hands at stake
hearts prepared to brave
biggest storms greatest waves

you’re my light
you’re my life
i need you by my side

it has always been you
my light my life


For Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/12/27/what-do-you-see-114-december-27-2021/

Ode To Siargao (#PoetryFundRaising)

I am joining my fellow Filipino poets/writers in raising funds for the victims of typhoon Odette thru #HopeMatters #poemforacauseph #poetryfundraising

Ode To Siargao

regret filled me in as Odette destroyed your beauty within
you’ve been my dream for many moons and many suns
but i never really get the chance
i wonder if it’s true you’re a tear-dropped shape land
they say you have the post-card perfect spots
you are naturally breathtaking

now i can only imagine, your beauty is it still the same?
you’re only few hours away from where i am with some lay over
but i didn’t push hard enough to see you and make it happen
now i needed to wait for another chance to witness your beauty restored
regret indeed happens in the end

surrounded by crystal clear turquoise waters and covered in coconut palm trees
you are no doubt a dream tropical destination for both local and international travelers
and what a local fool i am for not seeing you as tourists take their time
you are our “surfing capital” boasting some of the most influential surf breaks in the world

and with a heart full of regrets i swear to see you once and for all
for i know no amount of super typhoon could destroy you
no amount of disasters, or calamities can topple down the spirits
of those who love and adore you with all their hearts
and i am one being, for i have loved you even from a distance

your beauty is beyond compare and indestructible
together, with the rest of the world i say the sun will shine brightest upon you again
for hope matters even when there is little or even non at all

Note: Siargao is the surfing capital of the Philippines, recently hit by the super typhoon Odette (Rai)

Ode To The Philippines (#PoemForACausePH)

Ode To The Philippines

oh, my dearest Philippines, your rich and diverse heritage and culture
has made you the young yet dynamic country that you are
Manila is your heart, where the iconic Luneta park is located
it’s a hyperactive city, vibrant and vivacious
with its high temperature and high humidity, we get disconnected
your walls are adorned, screaming for freedom and equality
by these colorful graffitis reflective of the youth’s jubilant spirit
as your hope, says the great Dr. Jose Rizal

i too was once like these youths, yearning for change, simply change
back in the 90’s a young college student, I thought I was
going to be a lawyer defending the poor and the unfortunate
though a greater part of my youth screamed of pen and paper
in Mendiola, I trudged the University belt with a screaming mind
for change, though looking back 25 years after
no slightest idea of how that change may change
and today’s headline reminds me of how we were taught
to write news story straightforward with no running around the bush
it’s a different story now, as COVID 19 hits the headline
running over to more than twelve months
bringing our tally of infected patients to more than twenty thousand and counting

your economy is in jeopardy, it hit rock bottom recently
your exports of agricultural products have halted
not even your over 200 species of mammals and world’s longest discontinuous coastline
could be a remedy to your dying economy
oh, my dearest Philippines, you survived hundred years of Spanish colonization
followed by the Japanese invasion
not to mention the American occupation
you made it through many wars and through many disasters

today, i cry in silence from the farthest distance
i agonize in pain from a far away place
with my heart oh, my heart’s been battered
my heart oh, my heart’s been pounded

as Odette, yes the devastating Odette challenged you with another disaster
together we will stand victorious  for you
even when our eyes become bleak and gloomy
and our soul become dark and stormy

for hope matters, each passing day


i am joining my fellow Filipino poets/writers to raise funds for the victims of the recent super typhoon Odette (Rai) thru #poetryforacauseph #poetryfundraising #hopematters.

if you wish to donate or submit a poem for the live poetry reading kindly leave a comment below i will send you details.

thank you dear WP friends..