Kristina Negron
Bio
I have been writing since I was a teenager but I have always been too shy to share my work. This year I resolved to discover myself and be courageous in expressing my creativity. I live in upstate NY and write mostly poetry as a hobby.
Stories (7/0)
Fear Of The Unknown
“Okay, Great I’ll pick you up at 8.” “Okay, See you soon.” Brianna clicked off the phone and proceeded to put on her makeup. Bright red lipstick, black mascara, winged eyeliner. As she contemplated which outfit to wear, she tried to shake the uneasy feeling that was knotting in her stomach. Her friend Sharon was always better at social gatherings. She had a way with people and her group of elite friends was no different. Brianna on the other hand had a small circle of close friends and was not used to having to get dressed up to attend anywhere. Her idea of a good time was curled up on the couch at home with a book and a glass of wine. But when Sharon called her a week ago asking if she wanted to go to a party at a Lakehouse, Brianna decided it was about time she got out there and started having some real fun. She figured she was approaching thirty years old and if she did not test the waters and try to find Mr. Right sometime soon, well then, she may just end up alone forever with her books. And while the idea of not having to get dolled up sounded rather appealing, dying alone did not. So, she accepted the invitation and attempted to reach the inner goddess she had somewhere deep inside.
By Kristina Negron3 years ago in Humans
Speaking to My Soul
How can someone write an article plucking out just ONE playlist of music. For me, there are many things to consider. Am I trying to calm down my heart from aching? Or quit my mind from it's constant racing? Meditating can be done in many different ways. Soothing my soul takes a lot of practice, add a subscription to Apple Music and we can really go anywhere. There is one song that sums it up for me and it's almost laughable but if music speaks to your soul like it does me, this track makes perfect sense.
By Kristina Negron3 years ago in Beat
Reflection
Dear Self, As I've watched you in the mirror all of these years I am awed by you. Your strength and resilience. Somehow, amongst the concrete and weeds you have managed to blossom from a seed into the most exquisite being. I know your mother was so young when she brought you into this world. Your father just as naïve as to what becoming a father might mean. They were too busy looking in their own mirrors to concern themselves much with your upbringing. And so, you were raised with wolves. A house but not a home filled with wayward souls disguised as family. And although there was little direction and they tried their hardest to taint you. You my dear, managed to puzzle piece all of their positive traits and become one whole self. How? Even you are unsure. Yet, you managed to pull it off. How did you clamor over all of the obstacles of their shadows and not get lost in your own? One small seed sitting on the precipice. Of course, as you continued to grow you couldn't help but have thorns. What flower wouldn't after braving such tenuous conditions? But you viewed them through rose colored lenses. You wore those scars like a resume of life. Experiences that glued themselves to your soul. You used them as ammunition to build a better one. And look at you! Still conquering those demons. Sure, you got lost along the way. Doesn't everyone? Stuck in the generational curse of an abusive relationship. But I guess he didn't count on the lion you had laying dormant within you. Just waiting for the fire to ignite. All you needed was a match. Aren't you lucky to have found one. Was it luck? One can never really know. But you don't fret too much on the how, only the why that matters. Reflection is how you manage to win each time. Remembering the moves you made to escape and tucking them away for future reference. Should you ever need to fight another battle. One thing is for certain, the only positive outcome from that relationship is the two beautiful beings you made together. Your children are the reason to keep living. They have no idea how they saved you. When you felt like there was no point in continuing on. What is the purpose of living if even your own mother doesn't find worth in your existence? Wouldn't it be easier for everyone if you just disappeared? How strong you are to overcome depression and anxiety to tend to them each day. After all, who taught you to do anything in the first place? Let alone how to be a Mother. But you never give up. Never surrender, not even once. How else will they learn there is no such thing as defeat except for the defeat within ones mind. I admire your determination. Every day you wake up, grab a paintbrush and do your best to paint a picture of a beautiful life. So what if it doesn't turn out quite right. Tomorrow you will paint another one. Because you know the power within your hands. You continue to amaze me, the way you work so hard to be a better you. Shedding old skin and returning anew. The way you nurture and guide them. It takes a lot to admit when you're doing it wrong and figure out how to make it right again. I am proud of the woman you have been, the one that you are, and the one you are yet to become. Stay strong.
By Kristina Negron3 years ago in Motivation
