Thank You My WP Family

“The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.” – -Paulo Coelho

I waited patiently for my time, and I was never disappointed even if waiting seemed longer than I expected.

‘Twas worth the wait. So, thank y’all my wonderful readers, followers and friends I would have not made it this far without your love and support .

My GRATITUDE always and forever

A Million Cry

there are over a million cries in my head
a million over tears withheld
a million more sighs left unsaid
I could cry
I could scream
I could let it all out
for the world to hear
for everyone to know
that I died, I died a million deaths
over a million more times
I agonized, in pain,
in silence
but
I didn’t
‘cos
I’d rather not
better not
.
.
I was weeping in silence
I was wailing in deep solitude
I was grieving in tranquility
.
.
I kept quiet
I kept still
.
.
until you

for Sadje’s WDY https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/06/14/what-do-you-see-86-june-14-2021/

 

 

 

Midnight

I am the placid water in the lake
quiet, calm, still, and tranquil
I admire the beauty of the moonlight
carefully gazing upon the earth
bringing magic,
to the even-tempered night

I am the soft wind that blows perfectly
upon the meadows,
where birds could hover freely watching
butterflies transfer pollen grains
from flower to flower

I am the placid water and the soft wind
and I love, I love you; a love that is quiet and calm, still and tranquil
I love, I love you; a soft love
and perfect, gentle, and free

above all

I am the clock that
strikes midnight, where I could be
in the silence of your dreams
in the comfort of your memory

and

I love you, a love
where tranquility resides
and peace is abundant

https://amanpan.com/2021/06/10/eugis-weekly-prompt-nature-june-10-2021/

Thank You!!

“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”- Paulo Coelho

So, dream the biggest…

I did. And it happened.

Four poetry books in two years…

“I Would Fly To Where You Are” – Top 2 Best Selling book – Amazon (first three days of release), Number 1 trending in ebooks – Kobo.Com (first two days of release)

“Oh! Dear One” – Number 2 trending in ebooks – Kobo. Com (first 2 days of release)

“What If Snowflakes Don’t Fall In Winter?” – Number 2 trending in ebooks – Kobo. Com (first 2 days of release) and sold out paperback copies

“After Rain Skies” – Number 2 trending in ebooks – Kobo. Com (first 2 days of release)

I would forever be thankful to my WP family. Always and forever

Mia @ 18

Nothing beats the pain of losing yourself to somebody you barely even know. Nothing beats the pain of crying when you know it isn’t enough. Nothing beats the pain of wanting to die when you know death may not even be the answer.

Mia was your regular College girl. Pretty, charming, and smart. When everyone else thought it was a blessing, Mia later realized, it was rather a curse. For it was that same pretty and charming face that brought her to her agonizing situation.

Raped at 18.

And was forced to mature at such a young age.

Mia couldn’t actually recall the details anymore. Or maybe she chose to forget. Or maybe, forgetting was her way of coping.

Did forgetting help? Maybe yes, maybe no. One thing was sure though, it helped her moved on.

She intentionally forgot even the face of her perpetrator, the man who took away her innocence, the man who gave her endless nights of crying alone, and the man who at some point made her want to end her life.

But, forgetting helped. And oh, there was one more.

Her silence.

She never spoke about the abuse, to anybody, to anyone.

She kept her silence for so long. And yes, for some reasons and probably by the grace of God, her silence helped her forget and eventually moved on.

Now, years after, she chose to speak up. And why, now? Because she has found her peace now, and in her peace, she can better narrate her story and empower young women.

She promised herself, that she will devote her time, her expertise, and her resources to help victims of abuse and violence cope and survive.

And yes, Mia moved on; but she was never healed. Moving on, is entirely different from healing. Mia realized this by helping fellow victims.

Mia, is a victim, helping other victims.  

Mia is healing by helping.

Peaceful

you robbed my dreams
when you murdered my innocence

you toppled down my spirit
when you assasinated my heart

so,

upon the meadows
I wonder, how many of my dreams
have you robbed?
how much of my innocence
have you murdered?

and,

upon the meadows
I count, on the many ways you
toppled down my spirit
on the many times you assasinated
my bleeding heart

so,

upon the meadows
I thank, I thank God
for gifting me with resilience,
forgiveness, and perseverance

that no matter how many
dreams you have stolen from me
how many times you murdered my innocence
how many moments, you toppled down my spirit

or,

no matter how many occasions you assassinated my ailing heart
I stand firm and graceful
strong and triumphant

just like the meadows, complete with sparkling grassland
beautiful
pretty

peaceful

For Eugi’s Prompt – Meadows
https://amanpan.com/2021/06/03/eugis-weekly-prompt-meadows-june-3-2021/

In Between Madness and Magic

over a cup of tea
and in between madness and magic
there lies you, you who makes my tea grow cold, as I couldn’t possibly take,
take a single sip, without
drowning my thoughts,
flooding my heart
for every sip I take
is every memory of your kiss
your lingering kiss

and so,

over a cup of tea
and in between madness and magic
there lies the thought of you, you who makes my tea grow cold, as I couldn’t possibly take a single sip, without
soaking my eyes
suffocating my breathe
with your love, your undying love
for every sip I take
is every memory of your love
your love so true

and so,

over a cup of tea
in between madness and magic
I have you
only you, my love

Two Poems

Poem #1 – Alone and Lonely

alone and lonely, that has become of you

tired and desolate, after a life so great

a life of wonderful glorious moments

and magnificent past

in old age, you  look back of

what went wrong, and what have

you missed, so, upon this bench

you recollect, the good and the bad;

the best and the worst

 “is it too late, to start over?”

is all that you can ponder

hold on to the good

and let go of the bad

remember the best

and forget the worst

for in life it’s never too, too late

to start over, over again

so, upon this bench you reminisce

only the good, and only the best

and upon this bench you promise

you promise to never,

old age bring you down

Poem #2 – Death

sing me no sad song my dear

cry me no tears,

fear no more

and,

just,

hum me a melody, a melody

I so long to hear,

and remember, remember me

upon this bench,

this park

I vowed, I promised

with your song as the witness

your melody as our guest

and your instrument as our company

to love you and to hold

‘till death do us part

death,

oh, death indeed

torn us apart

For Sadje’s WDY https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/05/31/what-do-you-see-84-may-31st-2021/

P.S

I started with just one poem (poem #1 – Alone and Lonely) and when I was about to hit “publish” my romantic muse just got my way, and another poem was conceived (poem #2 – Death)

Which one is your favorite?

Rose Ann

“I Would Fly To Where You Are”, Available via KOBO.COM and Amazon (ebook/kindle file/paperback)

 

“Soar” is the hope that everything that falls in the seasons of love always fly on its rightful destinations. When two hearts soar high to the highest, it has no limits. It’s immeasurable for love is the wing itself. Love is strength when one is tired. “Love is unconditional.” “Love wins against all odds.” “Love is contagious.” “Love requires sacrifice.” Sometimes, “Love is blind” but most of the time, it is an element that keeps us awaken. Love is an unending cycle of poetry that never runs out of ink and plumage.

Love is not just a feeling and a gift but a companion that helps us enjoy life in Summer, a gratitude in surviving tests in Fall, a wishing soul that needs to be renewed in Spring, and a recollection of desires and uncertainties of each person’s As and Zs in Winter.

“What if Snowflakes Don’t Fall in Winter?” The title itself speaks the kind of love that is unconditional and phenomenal. As an aspiring writer myself, I have always wanted to write stories about seasons to correlate with love through a fiction (or maybe from a true to life stories). I got demotivated because of my recent hang-ups and this book relives this goal. As I scan its leaves page by page, it made me go back to the time when Ms. Michelle stepped on my existence.

Ms. Michelle is my teacher in my two English subjects in college. She teaches smoothly, and her low-key life really inspires me not to give up in my heart’s desires while embracing and loving the life that fate had given me. Her perseverance to her dreams and love for her family are goals. At an early age, she became a mother and a pursuer of a dream which is so admirable. The thing I could never forget about her is, one moment, when I entered to her class to give her a document from the office I used to work with as a student assistant. I was so surprised when she said in front of her class that I am her top student. I don’t know if she could still remember this but surely for me, those words marks and will mark with me for the rest of my life. She had no idea how I needed to hear those words. She’s one of the few people who keep on believing in me during the times when I find it so hard to believe in myself. Since then, I’ve been searching for her in social media and her personal account is nowhere. “She has always been low-key”, I said to myself. Luckily enough, a mutual friend shared her poems on Spillwords NYC. That was the start of this beautiful journey with her writings. She made me realize that it’s never too late to start and journey a career for yourself – that touches others through the gift of words. Ms. Mich’s pieces came at the time when I needed words about surviving psychological abuse in her book “After – Rain Skies: A Million Stars”. When I was about to give up on love, her book on “What if Snowflakes Don’t Fall in winter?” arrived. Her books gave so much impact to me as someone who is still trying to move forward and bounce back. They made me trust the journey of healing; believe in love again, to dream for the love I deserve. That we all deserve.

In life, you meet people and you write poetry about them. Some people come to your life not to become home, but to teach you how much and how big you can love, how fragile you can be. These people are your road that leads to your home – YOU. Some come to teach you lessons in hardest ways. Some come as God’s instrument to help you break free from your comfort zone, pulls you up from the rock bottom but have to go after that mission. Some come to touch your heart and soul in ways they do not even know. Ms. Michelle is the latter.

Rose Ann V. Molase, MBA-HRM
Human Resource Associate