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.
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They say age is just a number. I probably am the living testament to that. At 46, it seemed that my life has just begun. At the age when most people would think of retirement and going somewhere secluded to spend the rest of their remaining days, I haven’t thought myself of that yet. For why would I? In 2 years I published 6 books and 3 out of these books are AMAZON BEST – SELLERS and 1 was AMAZON and KOBO’s NUMBER 1 NRW RELEASE in less than 24 hours of its release. No reason for retirement or slowing down yet. Not at all…. and yes, you probably heard the buzz by now, my 7th book will be out very SOON.
They say you get lucky when it’s your birthday. I again probably am the living testament to that. June has been very very good to me. I am blessed with so many good things these past days:
I was featured in 3 (three magazines – Entrepreneur Stories, TheUpdateIndia, and the Daily Beat) in recognition of my works and my upcoming book.
I had 2 poems published in Spillwords NYC
I had a poem published in MastecadoresUsa
Another poem is coming out in Mastecadores India
Hardcover copies of 4 out of my 6 books are now available due to public demand.
I am part of an award-winning ensemble of authors and poets around the world through an Anthology titled, WOUNDS I HEALED: THE POETRY OF STRONG WOMEN currently still NUMBER 1 on AMAZON
And I have my 7th book coming out very soon
So allow me to THANK YOU ALL FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT:
Penzone publishers SpillwordsNYC MastecadoresUSA and INDIA MY IG family MY WORDPRESS family MY PH creative team
and to my loving friends and family, and to GOD ALMIGHTY.
’twas a groovy kind of love what you had with your first love i would never forget when you said under the moonlight starry night he declared his love, so raw so pure so true so real what happened after was surreal you were left struggling in the dark unsure of what the future would be what used to be a love so true was broken, was destroyed so easily, so hastily that groovy kind of love turned out to be a modern twist of the classic “Romeo and Juliet” tale.
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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.
the moon graced the sky as if talking to me in delight that from afar in a faraway land somebody, someone adores me in spite of the distance the span and the gap and in a soft lovely voice saying what everybody use to say “i love you to the moon and back“
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.
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.
it would be in two months that i will suppose to welcome you into this world. it was for two months too that i had you carried dearly with all the love i told. ’twas the most agonizing two months of my life more than ever to hold. you had me in and out of the hospital with all of the little pains and occasional qualmishness, i felt cold.
to unreasonable food cravings, yes my dear ’twas indeed unreasonable. for why else would you want your dear mama to crave a savory meal? my dearest, i’m not a fan of food but because of you, i had finished a five-course dish with a great deal. i enjoyed and hated it at the same time, but i would do anything for you for real.
yes, anything, even when the doctor said i couldn’t hold you for long. i should just give up sooner for it was a useless battle to prolong. i didn’t, i took on headstrong. ‘cos i want you in my life and i will do anything to keep you all along.
i used to wonder though, but i dismissed the thought for there is nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you, i need you so bad. i prayed so hard. i fought so hard. i wished so hard. i hoped so hard.
until there was nothing else to pray, fight, wish, and hope for. i’m sorry my body couldn’t keep you, dear. i’m sorry my body wasn’t your safe haven i didn’t bear. i’m sorry i gave up the fight ’twas clear.
it would be in two months that i will suppose to welcome you into this world. it was for two months too that i had you carried dearly with all the love i told. i remember you. i love you. until then, i’ll see you.
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.