She did not bloom in the warmth of spring—
Her petals did not wave at the bees
And butterflies fluttering by,
And she did not bask in the sun,
While the birds chirped their lullabies.
She was more suited to the chill of winter—
Her petals glistened with icy snowflakes
With thorns as sharp as icicles,
For she was a rose that bloomed in adversity,
Thriving where no one thought possible.
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She asked for a star, not the biggest or the brightest,
But a runt of a star that might be overlooked.
He tugged at the strings that rose up to the sky,
And at the end of one was a little star, hooked.
It flickered hesitantly, but she cupped it tightly,
And whispered, “you shine brightly enough for me.”
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] Stars On Their Strings”
She says she’s not pretty
But if only she knew
The way I bite my lip
When she smiles with hers
The way she teases me
Like a taboo. Continue reading “[Poetry] Pretty”
Wrinkled by the sun,
Still a beauty outdone by none.
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “Wrinkled by the Sun”