Author: MYD-Dreams

Micaiah Yhisrael is an author out of Cincinnati, OH. with a variety of writing genre’s and interests. Her love for reading and writing grew and flourished at an early age. Micaiah is a nurse by trade and a writer at heart. She’s a multi-faceted individual and it shows in the variety of works she is involved in. Book subjects range from inspirational, motivational, children’s empowerment to urban fiction and beyond. Micaiah’s creative flow and energy is at work, creating thoughtful and provoking stories. She can be found on social media including: Pinterest, Instagram and Twitter as MYD_Dreams. You can also find her sharing her tidbits of wisdom, known as Micaiahism’s, on Facebook as: MY-D Dreams.

The Why behind The Gift of Being Peculiar

I’m Micaiah, homeschool mom, Registered nurse, writer/blogger, poet and self-published authoress. Being a self-published artist is a bigger job than I realized, but the reward of seeing your thoughts in print is worth it. I write various genre’s my first published work was a collection of poetry, essays and what I have come to call ‘Micaiahisms’, my second and third were urban fiction. Keep in mind I write while also holding down a full-time 36 hour a week job and homeschooling my six year old daughter, she is my ‘Why’.

Me and my ‘Why’

I must say that it’s a blessing having a highly imaginative child that understands her mommy is sometimes consumed with getting thoughts out of her head and onto the pages gracing the computer screen, she’s great at keeping herself entertained and keeping disruptions to a minimal. My child definitely dances to the beat of her own drum, much like her momma does. I wanted to create a book that embraced a child being different, peculiar even.

From page 12 of The Gift of Being Peculiar

Saving Children from an Ugly World

By teaching children, the gift of being different

I wanted to empower children to embrace their uniqueness and that of others. Far too often lately we are reading about the tragic loss of a young life to suicide as a result of bullying. I wanted to create a way to show children the power in being yourself.

They say children learn best by example, I want to show Jamiyah that you can make all of your dreams come true and look out for the well-being of others while doing it.

Micaiah Yhisraels’ latest and fourth self-published book, The Gift of Being Peculiar—illustrated by Dariea Shorter—is a creatively imaginative and powerfully innovative resource to empower children and help them embrace the gift of being different through affirming words and invigorating illustrations.

Author Micaiah Yhisrael and Illustrator Dariea Shorter

The Gift of Being Peculiar is the story of Kenza, a young girl who is not afraid to embrace her peculiarity. The main character reminds children of the wonderful characteristics and personality traits that make one wonderfully peculiar. It is a story that reaffirms self-love, being a leader, standing out from the crowd, and the treasure in embracing yourself.

Those wishing to enrich the lives of the children around them can purchase the book online from Amazon.com or BarnesandNoble.com. It is also available as an e-book via Kindle. Link to Amazon below.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1792302142/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_U_x_SUzICb34D65X4 via @amazon

For details on other books offered check out my websitehttps://myddreamer.com

Next lifetime

You ever had someone speak to your very soul,

they looked into your eyes and your very thoughts they’d know?  


With just a mention of their name they send your heart a flutter,


and they make you feel inspired but  at the same time so nervous you stutter?


Someone who stimulates your mind,
taking intelligent and sexy to a whole different level and time,


but the sad part about it, it’s not the right time


For me to be yours and for you to be mine


and inherently you know
No matter how perfectly the stars seemed to align


you have to put off this soul connection
until the next lifetime.

~micaiah

Carrying You

When you have broad shoulders the world expects you to carry heavy burdens

The invisible cape rests upon those shoulders, evidence of all her strength

Although invisible to her, others see the cape and call upon her as a savior to save them from the ills of their own consequences

And being selfless she casts her own needs and vulnerabilities to the side in order to catch those that have fallen

Adding yet more weight to an already dangerously heavy load

Weighing down the spirit and overwhelming the mind

Yet her knees are made sore through supplications for strength to keep enduring

People notice her slow movements

Yet they don’t hesitate to add more weight

They are mystified by her resilience and in awe of her faith

They are selfish in their need of her and never take the time to contemplate her need for rest

She fixed their hearts and minds and mended their wings so they could take flight

As they soared onward and upward casting shadows on the source casting her majestic glow upon them

She gave until she was depleted,

sitting in stark darkness and when she called for help

They heard yet ignored her cries

finding it hard to conceive that the source of their strength needed support

They closed their eyes and turned their backs

Forcing her to face herself in the mirror and apologize for the lack of self-care

She had to apologize to herself for depleting her resources and saving nothing for herself

She had to learn the art of saying no and not feeling guilty

She had to hang up the cape and refuse some calls for help

She had to discover the beauty and necessity of losing the weight of other people

She had to master nourishing her own soul

And uncover the joy in carrying herself.

~micaiah

Love Missed

I haven’t written a poem in a while. I was just laying in bed listening to rain drops and this came pouring out.

Guess the rain did its job.

Check it out

I miss the potential of you that I conjured up in all my imaginings

When I saw what you could be, if only you were brave enough to grow and evolve from who you were

When I inhaled the scent of you and basked in the warmth of your embrace

I miss your lips implanting the sweetest of nothing’s as you kissed my 3rd eye and opened me up too receive all that was good, special and magical about you

I miss the heat that blushing brings to my face and the moist desire gathering between my thighs as I remember the sensual details you whispered of all the things you’d like to do to me

I miss the encouragement and support that your friendship brings

A pillar of protection from life’s storms and pain

I miss the perfect representation of Love we could represent by being our imperfectly authentic selves

I miss the security of knowing my heart could rest safely in your hands and you’d cherish it like the most precious of gifts

I miss ignorance being bliss and not knowing the emptiness of love missed.

~micaiah

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