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.

Have You Seen the Butterflies Dancing? (Spoken poetry)

Have You Seen the Butterflies Dancing?

have you seen the butterflies dancing?
how their brightly unique colored wings create a perfect hue to accompany the aromatic spring air?
as colors blending, and swirling and the playful flower garden waits in great anticipation?
I haven’t.
But I, sure have seen your eyes dance in harmony with nature, glowing as brightly as the sun on a hot summer day
I’ ve seen that.
I’ve seen that dance in your eyes, that blissful afternoon, you looked at me with great admiration
perhaps, that was love
perhaps love

have you felt the feel of a snowflake trickle down your nose?
how it melts and turns into water as soon as it touches your skin?
its cool light and dry powdered feel?
I haven’t.
But I sure felt, that same cool touch
when you by chance, touched me by the face as we were exiting a full packed crowded place
I’ve felt that.
I felt your palm, so cold, so freezzing cold
perhaps, that was love
perhaps love

have you smelled the scent of a hyacinth flower?
with its intense green spring scent developing, buidling stronger as the flower blooms?
as a tight bud, with its scent lightly, ethereally floral, then opening up a gracious potent and intoxicating smell
I haven’t.
But I sure smelled that kind of scent in you
everytime you reach for my hand in a group
everytime you call my name for an afternoon chat, or a quick bench nap
I smelled that.
I smelled your intoxicating smell
perhaps, that was love
perhaps love

have you seen the butterflies dancing?
have you felt the feel of a snowflake trickle down your nose?
have you smelled the scent of a hyacinth flower?

yes I did
my memories of you
my memories of love
perhaps love

I Don’t Know How My New Year Would Be

I Don’t Know How My New Year Would Be

i don’t know how New Year would be
without striking display of fireworks to see
loud noise signaling a welcome celebration
endless list of what to be’s and what not to be’s new year’s resolution
i don’t know how New Year would be
without singing “Auld Lang Syne” with glee
eating black eyed peas for goodluck
or a mignight kiss honoring a year ahead full of love
but i don’t know how my new year would be without you baby

i wanna thank you baby what a wonderful year it was
i am eternally grateful, you have my deepest thanks
my heart is filled with nothing but respect and appreciation
with so much gratitude so it’s time for celebration
i can never thank you enough for the things that you do for me
your constant effort to make me happy is highly appreciated
but i don’t know how my new year would be without you baby

it felt like I should do something to stop the flow of time and pause
cos i’m afraid time would be unkind to me, to you and to us
’twas the best year i swear, both unprecedented and little ironic
a year that left us speechless, but made us dauntless in panic
but i don’t know how my new year would be without you baby

so i wanna thank you baby and please stay

HAPPY NEW YEAR dear WP friends and poets

Light

who lights you up?

Light

you’re my light
you’re my life
i need you by my side
as i sail on the distraught
troubled water in stride

together
let’s navigate
steady hands at stake
hearts prepared to brave
biggest storms greatest waves

you’re my light
you’re my life
i need you by my side

it has always been you
my light my life

always

For Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/12/27/what-do-you-see-114-december-27-2021/

MY CHRISTMAS MAGIC

“I don’t wanna wait for December
because every day with you is Christmas
you are my Christmas magic.”

Every day with you is new and exciting and mysterious. There is color everywhere red, green, gold, the world is eye candy.

Love, passion, and romance, and there are aplenty everywhere. Couple this with decorations like snowflakes and glittery stars, and it just makes me feel like grabbing your hand.

Lovingly throwing snowballs at each other and making snow angels while star-gazing is indeed a romantic dream. We’ll have to go overseas for this one, or head to a nearby Snow City, or maybe no need at all, we can just revisit our inner child and have a pillow fight instead.

So, baby just sit beside me, let’s build our Christmas tree and fill it up with lights and gifts and decors, then sing me a Christmas carol.

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you

I don’t wanna wait for Christmas magic, let’s make it happen.

Your love is my Christmas magic and it is my security blanket.

Nothing can harm me nor anyone can destroy me. Your love is what fills me in, and I am every day in the comfort and security of your loving arms.

So, I don’t wanna wait for December and I don’t wanna wait for Christmas to say
“you are the best Christmas present ever”, then maybe we can kiss under our make–believed mistletoe.

Let’s have a Merry Christmas, every day my love.

December Morn’

My Christmas poem “December Morn” is now up in Spillwords as part of their annual tradition “Christmas at Spillwords”. Click this link https://spillwords.com/cold-december-morn/ to read the full poem. And when you’re there please click the heart ❤ button for me .

“the rain danced merrily along with the sun.
like a beautifully performed piano sonata.
upon that day. a Monday our roads foretold a melody
in late summer in early December.”

#SpillwordsXmas

My Santa Claus

My Santa Claus

giant socks hanging at our window pane. the night before Christmas you asked me “please my little princess Santa’s coming I need your socks hanging before Christmas eve”.

Christmas day, I ran underneath the tree. wanna see how many gifts you had for me, but you said “please, my little princess, check your socks I think Santa dropped by last night”.

Christmas gifts from you were made up, of toys and clothes and I would be disappointed somehow for I want something else. then you’d say “please my little princess check what Santa had for you”.

my giant sock hanging on the windowpane was filled with books and drawing materials, then you said and smiled, “please, my little princess go check carefully if these were exactly what you asked from Santa”.

I was twelve years old. my twelfth Christmas. I stopped hanging socks. you said: “please my little princess bear with Santa, he only drops gifts on the socks of little girls; he will have yours wrapped underneath the Christmas tree”.

that same Christmas day, I ran underneath the tree, the biggest and most beautiful box was for me; then you said “please my little princess read what the card has to say”.

Santa wrote, “this is the beginning of your gifts underneath the Christmas tree, you’re a big girl now my little princess, love, Santa forever”.

it’s been many years and many Christmases Dad. Christmas will never be the same without you. 

My most vivid childhood memory was undoubtedly Christmas. Christmas was always a big event in my family. As a child, my favorite part about Christmas was the presents, food, and family around. Each day my brother would announce the number of days left. As a tradition, on Christmas eve, we would gather for a Christmas dinner.

I would barely sleep throughout the night because at every little noise I would want to get up and catch Santa in the act; although, my parents especially my papa, were very good at hiding his identity and it took me many years to finally catch “Santa”. I was 12. In the morning, when the sun would finally start peaking over Sunrise mountain, my younger brother would run and jump on me in excitement, it was something I looked forward to. My brother made the holidays the best experiences. He would tell me a story on how Santa was just there and how I missed him, then we would proceed to look through our stockings and try to guess what the presents were. The hardest part was trying to wait for my parents to wake up, I would sneak in the room and make little sounds to slightly wake them, without them knowing it was me or on purpose. It took me many years to finally figure out that my papa was Santa, and that they had stayed up all night wrapping and setting up Christmas so, consequently, they were exhausted the day after. Nevertheless, they’d manage to wake up on Christmas day knowing that we will all be enthusiastically waiting for them to say “it’s Christmas day, time to unwrap your gifts”.

How time flies by so fast, I’m no longer a child and of course, I knew who Santa is but he will always be part of my childhood Christmas memory.

MERRY CHRISTMAS to all my beloved WP friends and a BLESSED 2022.

An Angel In Soliloquy

An Angel In Soliloquy

’twas not easy
will never be easy
seeing the world go crazy
watching people die so easily

’twas not easy
will never be easy
hearing the news
waiting for a solace

the world i once adore
the world i once care
the world i once share
my love with one another

must it be over?
or just a reminder?

for Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/12/13/what-do-you-see-112-december-13-2021/

Mich

“Life is a series of pulls back and forth… A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. Most of us live somewhere in the middle. A wrestling match…Which side win? Love wins. Love always wins”

― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

Hello everyone! 

You have showered my poetry with so much love over the last two years. So, I thought I take this chance to thank y’all again and reintroduce myself, especially because I could see so many new followers every day.

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My name is Michelle, friends, and family calls me Mich, that’s why I go by “Poetry by Mich” in all of my social media accounts.

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I graduated with a degree in Journalism, but pursued a career in the academe as a teacher and later a College Professor.

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I started writing poetry when I was a little girl, with my father whom I fondly call “papa” as my mentor and inspiration.

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I started an anonymous blog in April 2013. And even with my anonymity, I could see people follow my blog site.

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2019, changed everything when I published my first book “After Rain Skies: a compilation of true and inspiring stories of abuse and violence”. I had to reveal my true identity.

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2020, the pandemic happened. People were stuck at home and traveling or going out was literally impossible. I took solace in writing more poetry at home. 

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December 2020, “What If Snowflakes Don’t Fall In Winter?” was born. It went on the number 3 trending spot in KOBO. COM, the paperback copy was released in January of 2021. We sold over 300 copies in the first week of the announcement.

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February 2021, I published another book “Oh! Dear One”, a compilation of poetry for the persevering soul written at the height of worldwide lockdowns and travel restrictions.

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May 2021, I published another poetry book “I Would Fly To Where You Are”. I was so thrilled to see it in the top 3 trending ebooks in Kobo for the 5 consecutive days, and what’s more thrilling was when it made it to the Amazon Best Sellers list on Poetry in Love

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August 2021, I published another poetry book “I Will Love You Forever Too”. I went straight to No. 1 spot (Poetry book in Love) both in KOBO.COM and AMAZON in less than 24 hours of its release. And up to this writing, I still couldn’t believe it. It’s something most authors could only hope and dream of. But, yeah dreams do come true.

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lastly, allow me to say that whatever life throws at you, go back to the basics and ask yourself: what and who matters most in my life? Because sometimes we get so caught up by all of our worries and concerns and troubles and problems that we tend to forget the reason why we juggle to try and survive life: we do it for our loved ones. at the end of the day, regardless of LOVE wins. LOVE always wins!

Between Intermittent Signals And Poor Connectivity

Does distance affect LOVE? Let me know your thoughts in the comment section

Between Intermittent Signals And Poor Connectivity

in between intermittent signals and poor connectivity
we struggle to keep our conversations hearty and easy
with you missing some verses and me forgetting my next story
you laugh at me freezing for a moment, looking odd
yet beautiful as always you say in my Louis Vuitton   
pajamas and messy hair, I struggle to stay clear
of what’s up and where you have been
how amazing it is, my love,
that in between intermittent signals and poor connectivity
we discovered love, love unlike any other,
unlike nobody else’s
we talked of the past and how it used to be just us
in between traffic lights and crowded intersections 
we scuffled to cross the road, with your right hand grabbing mine

in between intermittent signals and poor connectivity
and in between time differences and work calls and messages
we tussle to keep our sweet nothings and flying kisses
oh, how it makes me laugh to see you looking silly
snogging and smooching from a faraway distance 
made possible, thanks to intermittent signals and poor connectivity
do you remember the time when 
I was eating and you were driving?
how we achieve to keep our silly nothing conversations just a bit out of this world

in between intermittent signals and poor connectivity
we made love with our words and conversations
we kissed with our hand signals and funny cuddling
we made plans of how we will be
we created life, a life like no one else
not even you or me ever imagined would be

our love has survived all the road bumps 
and even the hardest roadblocks
our love has been tested by time 
and by distance
our love has defied all probabilities and all possibilities

funny how our love too has survived
intermittent signals and poor connectivity

A poem from my poetry book “I Would Fly To Where You Are”, consistently in TOP 500 on Poetry About Love in Amazon worldwide and in all other platforms

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