She writes like a jigsaw puzzle,
Learning to appreciate her curves and edges,
As each piece falls into place.
He writes like a destructive tornado,
Leaving so much chaos that no one sees
The lonely flower floating
In the eye of the storm.
I write like a Rorschach blot,
A splat of dark ink on white canvas,
Wondering if I chose the right words,
When I ask others what they see.
And you, you write like only you can,
Your words drumming to the beat of your heart,
So don’t worry about everyone else—
Pick up your pen and start.
© Jade M. Wong
What does your written voice sound like?