I have always been open about my struggle with recurrent miscarriage. Earlier this year I had my fifth pregnancy loss. To carry is beautiful, and to lose is to climb the highest mountain only to fall with nothing to hold onto. I feel the notion of hope comes with a light that shines bright, and it takes only a moment for the light to be stolen by the cruelty of night. – by Miriama C.T.
This piece was inspired by the cruelty of love. Yes, love can be cruel. By Miriama C.T.
I yearn for clarity. I long to feel at ease with my mind. This month, if i was still carrying I would be giving birth to my child. Instead, I’ve had three miscarriages and it is a daily struggle to overcome the sadness. So, I write. Hoping that within this writing process I will find clarity. I know I am not alone in these thoughts and that is somewhat comforting.
For my birthday last month I was gifted this beautiful typewriter from my best friend.
I have fallen in love with the stroke of every key which has further ignited my passion to write. I’ve named him, Bash. A few of my latest pieces are to follow, however I post my writing daily on Instagram at instagram.com/curly_miri
Starting back this week: ‘Thursday Treats’ and I’ll introduce a new category called ‘Stranger Saturday’, curious? You’ll find out more on Saturday.
In 2012, I started writing online via WordPress after my Mister snapped this photo of me on our coffee date. Curly Miri became an outlet for me to write and overcome my battle with depression. A lot of my writing is derived from experiences in my first romantic relationship with a man from the age of 16. I left New Zealand to live with him in Washington, fast forward I’m now happy to be back in NZ.
I have now extended my writing to Instagram. I love meeting new people, and I cherish the relationships with amazing souls I have met in the writing world. As an example, I wrote a blog post about moving into a new home and a reader sent me a painting for our home all the way from New Orleans! You can find the beautiful work of Nancy Wolfe Kimberly (Gator Girl Art) here.
At times, I fear that allowing you to roam in the realm of my thoughts is a vulnerable gesture on my part. However, it is the genuine connections that you establish with my words I am most grateful for. Thank you for supporting my writing journey. Much love to you all.
This piece is derived from the experience of first love. I wrote this to encompass the notion of disappointment, disgust and betrayal. Love does that sometimes.
Often we take for granted the words we speak, unaware of the harshness or negative influence it may have on another person. I wrote this after being upset with the burning words of a person who I love. Always speak kindly.
I wrote this for my sister on her birthday. Leah turned 22 and is currently living in Australia.
When my mind is clouded and I can’t help but dwell upon pain from the past, a simple kiss or touch from my love can wash it all away.
It has been five years since I lay on our bed, wishing for my tears to wash over me and numb the pain felt in the depth of my being; allowing me to sleep forever. You left, with three boxes of your belongings and that stupid television I told you was a waste of space. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my body. Every breath ached with lonesome sharpness and I yearned for you to just return and hold me, even if your arms were of lies and deceit. Every morning, you greeted me with the stench of foul whiskey. Every night, I waited for you to come home, you never did because you were with her.
I remember you once referred to our love as the essence of Imzadi. Bullshit.
The thought of you no longer crosses my mind. I should be happy about that but then I feel I’m betraying the rare occasions of bliss that we did experience.
The day I moved on from all that was us, I swore that I would not ever let another man make me cry or yearn for comfort that should be rightfully mine. I lied.
WordPress was the first outlet which allowed me to write and connect with a range of people from different walks of life. The journey has been beautiful and I have made great friends through my writing.
In the past few weeks I started shared my writing on Instagram and I am loving the vibe and various connections made with people from near and far. It fills me with elation to write, share and meet people with the same passion.
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This piece relates to my first love. He was once mine but he fell in love with a stranger while we were at a party. I guess my naive state of mind believed our love was real and would last forever. I do not regret loving him or this experience. There is always a valuable lesson in such experiences. In this instance, do not fall in love with a Hanson lookalike.
I attended the funeral of a sweet 8 year old boy who fought a courageous battle with cancer. I can’t make sense of why children are taken so soon. The parent’s eulogies were uplifting and spoke of a son who never complained throughout his treatment, who in the end comforted them in their pain. This boy lived a full and meaningful life and has left a large footprint in the hearts of many. His strength of character is admirable and motivating to the human essence. Young man you have given me hope for my own path in my life, thank you. I became overwhelmed with emotion at the cemetery when I glanced at his mother who displayed an immense sense of grief. I closed my eyes and in the distance I could hear her deep whimpering and it broke my heart. Love your loved ones with all that you are. Say and do all that you want to do. Life is precious.
I had the pleasure to collaborate with a fellow writer and friend. iron_word via Instagram. These words echo the love/hate mechanism in relationships. At times when I am fuelled with anger my ears want nothing but silence from the people I love. The rest of the time, their words are the sunshine of my life. That make sense? lol