quivering voice torn into pieces jammed words dashingly sealed tongue-tied feelings suppressed a power uproars whispered unto thyself acclaimed thy heart longing to blaze conformed thy faith declared thy attempt to bestow equity thy affectionate feeling to love forever
Each day is an attempt to be better in loving you dear…
today’s poem is from my latest poetry book “I Would Fly To Where You Are” available in Amazon for kindle file and paperback copy
“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
I know as a fact that Ms. Michelle was the literature teacher in our high school in an exclusive school for girls. Where every teenager wanted to be like her: witty with glamour; beauty and brains. I even remember I told myself to be like her when I grow up. Journalism is her area of expertise, as well as speech and oral communication.
Little as I know about her creative writing, until I read her first book, “After Rain Skies” which broke my heart with the disturbing true to life experiences of women related in her poetry. It was a shocker.
Then she published her second book, “What if Snowflakes Don’t Fall in Winter” full of love described in nature, to mention winter, spring, summer and fall, to love and behold from sunshine to sunset, and encourages readers to continue loving.
And her third book, “Oh, Dear One”. That astonishes us the most! Rockie and I read the whole thing together, loud and clear, romantically after Valentine’s Day.. Full of powerful poems. “Mama, I remember” is our favorite.
—-read more of their foreword in my book “I Would Fly To Where You Are”