Angela Marie Niemiec sees life through poetic eyes. She turns dreams into poetry, while her writing reflects her experiences. Inspired by strong connections, poetry is her way of bridging the gap between the lonely soul and pure human connection. It’s that bond that is the key to opening her creative side, resonating with others is the bonus. Often riddled with a metaphor, her poetry is her escape from reality. However, even when writing about the darkness, she has a way of still holding onto the light, and you will see this in her poems. Instead of remaining in the grips of victimhood, she will raise you to empowerment.
Her premier book, “Once Around the Halo” - published in 2019, is collection of poems on a spiritual journey to find healing while overcoming chronic illness, loss, and heartache. Since then, she has been published in an art book and a half dozen unique anthologies worldwide.
Shatter the ceiling of self-doubt,
Break apart the glue that once held
all the negative formations together
and watch it scatter off to dust.
Disassemble all the useless parts
hidden for no good reason,
Realize you’ve been carrying around
more than you can lift,
holding on just for the hell of it.
Lose that dead weight
and watch how free you float,
Recognize that bad reminders
packed in too small boxes
never fit there anyways.
Pull apart at the seams
and unstitch the sewn shut,
Strings that fray always stay the same,
Ignite the edge and watch it smolder,
burn out and fade.
Forget about all the worthwhile’s
that were never worth your sighs,
Crossed wires flicker,
sparkle, then evaporate,
Short breaths in are long breaths out,
Ash turns to cinder when you exhale.
Redesign a new ring system
made of all the rocky pasts
that orbit a solar system of mayhem,
Eclipse the sun and then the moon,
Turn the dark side on
then off again.
Set free the one last damaging thing
you held tight to,
watch it revolve around
every once in a while
just to call it a coincidence,
Never keep track of time that doesn’t exist.
Rebirth your demons
and let them out,
resurrect and name each one,
let them think they’re alive
just to watch them suffer
as you choke them out one last time,
slowly.
Trace the outline of every scar
to remind yourself what you’ve done
and where you’ve been,
Erase the darkness,
Ease the pain,
Swallow down the feelings
and send them on their way,
Suffer has no home here.
Break the grasp of resistance,
Open your hands and unfold your fists,
Give in to allowing every now and then,
Fall completely to pieces
a million more times,
just to fall in love
with putting yourself back together again.