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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/

P.S.

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.

Beaten, Taunted by Michelle Navajas

My Poem Beaten, Taunted is up now in MasticadoresUsa

Thank you to Gabriella, the editor for this wonderful opportunity.

Here is an excerpt of the poem.

“i don’t know what hurt the most being beaten up or being taunted?

the beating produces bruises and wounds but eventually
it will heal, it will become a scar, a scar that will remind you
of the wars you’ve won, of the battles you’ve overcome
the scars, in effect, will make you a better , stronger, triumphant person
then you are healed of the traumas of the past
healed of your brokenness”

To read the full poem click the link

https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2022/01/12/beaten-taunted-by-michelle-navajas/

MasticadoresUsa // Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton

Beaten, Taunted

by Michelle Navajas
site: https://michnavs.wordpress.com/

i don’t know what hurt the most being beaten up or being taunted?

the beating produces bruises and wounds but eventually
it will heal, it will become a scar, a scar that will remind you
of the wars you’ve won, of the battles you’ve overcome
the scars, in effect, will make you a better, stronger, triumphant person
then you are healed of the traumas of the past
healed of your brokenness

but the humiliation and insults, do they even heal?
the damaging words uttered do they even fade away?
how do you mend a heart battered by indiscretion?
how do you cure a mind tortured by insults?
how do you rescue a soul drowning with indignity?

will there even be scars after each prejudicial word is said?
how do you cure ruined self-worth because of mortification?
i…

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Holding Hands

show some love to my latest poem “Holding Hands” published in Spillwords and when you are there don’t forget to press the heart ❤ button

Spillwords.com presents: Holding Hands, poetry written by Michelle Ayon Navajas, who is currently residing in Malaysia …

Source: Holding Hands

Love Dance

Show some love to my poem published in Spillwords.

Spillwords.com presents: Love Dance, a poem written by Michelle Ayon Navajas, currently residing in Malaysia.

Source: Love Dance

Monologue Of A Dead Envious Lady

here lies my body
rotten, dead, and forgotten
forgotten by many and forgotten by few
mostly forgotten by the ones
who used to adore me with all their hearts

here lies my body
agonizing, crying, and mourning
it has only been a while since I was gone
and why has everyone moved on?
why has everyone become so suddenly happy?

here lies my body
wondering, dreaming, and hoping
had I not been so hard on everyone else,
would it be different?
would they lovingly pay me a visit?
instead of simply praying for my eternal rest at home?

here lies my body
even death did not give me the comfort
and security I so long wanted,
oh, my dear self, why had you been so envious anyway?
you were so indifferent, so irrational

here lies my body
what lead you lying cold and dead
seven feet below the ground?
no one knows.

Day 8 NaPoWriMo 2021
https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-8/

Today, I’d like to challenge you to read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write your own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead. Not a famous person, necessarily – perhaps a remembered acquaintance from your childhood, like the gentleman who ran the shoeshine stand, or one of your grandmother’s bingo buddies. As with Masters’ poems, the monologue doesn’t have to be a recounting of the person’s whole life, but could be a fictional remembering of some important moment, or statement of purpose or philosophy. Be as dramatic as you like – Masters’ certainly didn’t shy away from high emotion in writing his poems.