Oh, how I waited for this moment a moment in time when I finally get to hold you again.
How long has it been? So long, you said so long.
It might have been so long dear, but I swear I remember. I remember how you dearly gazed into my eyes, your eyes meeting mine, making promises – promises of love, though not spoken our hearts truly know what those looks meant.
It was a look of love. A look of longing. A look for hoping. A look of wanting. And a look of wishing.
I remember how it felt when you held my hand. Yours was shaking; mine was seriously frozen. And yet, in just a momentary snap of a finger, we lost it. We lost it, my love. It was the kind of losing, you felt home. It was the kind of losing you are secured. It was the kind of losing you never wanna wish to be “found” again.
And for so long my love, I wanna get lost again. Lost in your arms, beside you.
This a lengthy post, longer than my usual posts. Below is the actual post I made here on WordPress seven years ago. I am sharing it all with you guys because I never thought that, that one single moment of “airport boredom” could actually change my life and my perspective about writing and publishing. I started out with only a few followers. My first post (one below) had three ( 3) likes.
Seven years after, my Word Press family grew bigger. I’ve met interesting, talented, and, supportive bloggers/writers/poets, and eventually made friends with them. It has been a wonderful seven blogging/writing years. (I’d write a different post about the amazing people I’ve met here)
My first few years were a bit off, so to say. I didn’t know which and what direction to take as a writer or blogger or poet. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Journalism so, I must be equipped with the basic knowledge in writing. I was a student writer as well back then, so writing is really not new anymore. I was also a teacher – coach for all of my students’ (including my own children) writing competitions, and I did pretty well as a coach the, I made champion writers out of my students and my daughter as well.
Never did I thought that one day, I will be writing again myself, the least publish my own book. That one “airport boredom” piece of poetry prompted to many more WP posts/poetry. After years of struggling to find my voice, I made a breakthrough in poetry with my “Summer Rain” poem series – a poetry series in honor and remembrance of my beloved father you is now reunited in heaven with our creator. The response was very overwhelming and I realized I must be really doing something right. That time, I was posting under my pen name “michnavs”, with no profile bio or even a photo. My readers and followers were completely unaware of who I am/was. Then, came my next struggle. Should I go public about my identity? I don’t even have any social media accounts. I was enjoying the that I was writing anonymously. WP was my sort of my “virtual self”. Some of my closest friends and family don’t even know I was in WordPress.
Well, until of course opportunity happens. Luck happens. Great thing happens. I had the best opportunity of working with Perak Women for Women Society, in helping to create awareness on abuse and violence. (I’d write a separate post to honor these lovely women)
I wrote my first book Last 2019. It was well-received in Ipoh, Perak. And then, the next is history, they say. Writing and speaking gigs happened one after the other. It boosted my confidence and I made several submissions to different international poetry platforms and online magazines. Surprisingly, my first ever submission was chosen among the hundreds of poems submitted. And, before I realized, I was making submissions almost every week and got published and made few award nominations too. ( I will write another post about my submission journey)
I then made my debut in the online publishing during the pandemic. My first ebook was well-received too, and thus, it gave birth to more, better, and greater opportunities.
Currently, as I mentioned in my previous post, I am working on some amazing projects.
I am expanding my poetry and my advocacy on “abuse and violence”, via my online instructional videos and awareness campaign.
So, to all of my WP followers and readers, you will now be able to finally see the face behind “Michnavs” and behind all of my poetry.
Final announcements and links will follow soon.
With this, I say, over and over again “dreams do come true” – even when you least expect it. Just quiet yourself and listen to what the universe is telling you. And, wait, just wait for that “perfect timing”.
“So hush now, the universe is telling you something”. (oh, my I think I just have another poetry collection theme)
Watch out for my second book too.
Thank you all wonderful WordPress people….cheers…
Thank you to my family for all of their support and encouragement. I would have not done it without them.
I am a mother of four. A former college English Professor. It’s been two long years since I quit my job to be with my four beautiful girls—— full time. This means I got to prepare breakfast for them, drive them to school, pick them up in the afternoon, and tutor them in the evening. It’s exhausting but very rewarding. (and oh, in case you wanna know I am lean and fit at sighhhhhh…36 …they say I am the eldest version of my children) And as a usual reward, my husband would fly us all to Singapore every summer… for the past years, we’ve been flying through Cebu Pacific. I discovered that it’s very affordable not only that the flight attendants are really friendly…my list could actually go a long way so I wrote them down in poetry.. in case I haven’t mentioned I’m a self-proclaimed writer (Whatever that is……)
On a chilly morning
I hear your voice ringing;
signals a new beginning
wishing for a happy ending.
On this motion-filled place
I see your image as I trace;
signifying a new world to face
hoping it to be an enchanting maze.
On this seat, I first had your touch
feeling the warmth, marvelous as such;
waits as we soar waits as I catch
flying so high the sky within my touch.
Seven years and still flying
with you it’s wonderful and enchanting;
discovering new worlds so amazing
watching the stars oh breathtaking.
“thank you for flying with us
making Cebu pacific your airline of choice”;
intercom interrupting as I chase
ending a dream with a smile on my face.
through the years we’ve been in the sky
enjoying the heavens so might;
flying like the rich and famous safely
without being costly.
this is not a paid article… I just thought you guys wanna travel in style minus the guilt of overspending for an airline ticket.
If you ask me if I wanted anything else in life, I’d say no. I don’t think there is anything else that I would want for in life rather than raising well-mannered and grounded children.
But not because I don’t want anything else doesn’t mean, don’t have my dreams. I still have my dreams. And I believe that dreams really do come true. It can happen anytime in your life – even when you least expect it.
You just have to quiet yourself, learn to listen to what the universe is telling you. You don’t need to rush, no need to push, no need to complain, no need to whine. You have to wait for that perfect timing, perfect moment.
“Perfect timing” for some happens at the prime of their youth – young, single, and full of life, that’s wonderful. While others “perfect timing” may come too late in life – married, with children, a bit matured in age, and that is still perfectly fine.
My “perfect timing” happens. My “dreams do come true” happens.
Without meaning to lie, they will teach you half-truths: they will tell you love is sweet only in the summers of one’s youth.
They will tell you love is real if, and only if, it survives the harshest winters.
They will tell you love must die like autumn leaves in order to be beautiful. They will tell you “don’t trust spring — because the flowers in the breeze are not worth the threat of rain.” They will tell you these things because they have learned nothing.
At its truest form, love is a study in seasons.
Love is as much the huddle for warmth when the weather is cold, as it is the sweat on your back when it’s time for the sun.
It is afternoon peace, when you welcome the night with its stars and its chill; but it is also bravery, when you’re given the promise of morning but can’t be given the promise of a gentle morning.
Love is magical, love is mystical, and it is whimsical too; you can even ask my crystal ball…
there are many ways to make the world good the ones that we know most of are exciting and impressive world leaders, scientific innovators, inspired thinkers, and selfless doers but there are other ways to make the world good; quieter ways making a home where good people can grow is perhaps the most rewarding one
in the warmth of my palm and in the comfort of my love you are home
I kept your love close to my heart and held gently in my hand in the tenderness of my palm in the comfort of my body I love you, unlike anyone else or anything else it is with the same love that I hope they will love you back love you back for all of the many good reasons like when they wake up in the morning with all, of the glorious morning sunshine bathing them all over and upon that same sunshine rain slowly drizzle giving life to all and everyone and when its over, a touch of colorful rainbow gaze upon them giving them hope for a better and brighter day and even with the thunderstorms and floods and earthquakes that may soon come, they will still love you and hold you gently in their loving arms knowing that one day one day soon it will surely be over and once again love will be uniquely shared for now, until then,
I love you gently in the tenderness of my palm in the comfort of my body unlike anyone else unlike anything else
I felt your pain your agonizing pain among the creases in your forehead in between the blinking of your eyes and even as your bedimpled face smiles the smile I always remembered gentle and sweet tugs the heartstrings of my soul lulls me to sleep and tucks me to bed but your pain your pain I can feel keeps me awake all through the night and even with my eyes closed I still see it I see your pain In your eyes
when you smile
I want to be the reason you smile with your eyes again