[Poetry] Outgrown

Like shoes that pinch my toes
And socks stretched so thin
They tear into holes,

Like jeans that will not rise
No matter how much I shimmy
Them over my thighs,

[Poetry] A Toast

Here’s to Cupid aiming accurately,
To true love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ’round.

Here’s to keeping our heads up high,
When we’re crawling in the dirt.
Here’s to friendships that last for life,
And to family that doesn’t hurt.

“Is There Still Anything That Love Can Do?” by RADWIMPS

Musings as the year winds down…and finding solace in a great song.

I hope you all have a safe holiday season, and I’ll see you all in the new year.

[Poetry] Where I Belong

Sometimes life gets in the way,
Sometimes it’s just me.
Sometimes I blink
—and in the blink of an eye—
A day fades to many.

Loud voices that quiet to whispers,
Vivid hues that dull to grey,
And always a sense of something missing
Something lost and gone astray.

I’m Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers—Year 2020

It’s October again! Okay, technically, it’s the middle of October now, but in my defense, there is a pandemic going on, so time’s been extra-wacky lately.

Still, we are officially in my favorite month of the year, a month that marks the start of everything I love: warm scarves, hot tea, leather jackets, combat boots, golden leaves, longer nights, and…my birthday!

[Poetry] A Place To Start

A flickering candle still casts light.
A lonesome star still shines at night.
“And I will fight with all my might,
For I am resilient,” whispered my heart.
“All I need is a place to start.“

© 2020 Jade M. Wong

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[Poetry] Bridge

I’m standing on one side
Of a deep cavern with jagged spikes
While my dreams wait patiently on the other side
For me to build a bridge.

But I have no tools,
All I have are societal pressures
And familial expectations
Clawing at me from behind
Like nails on the chalkboard of my mind
Threatening to push me over the edge,

[Poetry] It Always Rains In September

“Why does it always rain in September?” you ask me.

I breathe in the chilly breeze
As I walk over tree roots.

I listen to the crunchy leaves
Below my heavy boots.

[Poetry] Haikus For A Pink-Haired Fairy

A pink-haired fairy
Bursting with glitter flutters
Past my path today.

She stops a moment
To eat and drink with a friend
And we talk all day.

[Poetry] Coming Home

In the dark, I followed the stars,
Twinkling steadily and kindly,
Lighting the path to a place so far,
To a place waiting patiently for me.

Twinkling steadily and kindly,
The stars guide me as I make my way
To a place waiting patiently for me,
I know I am meant to arrive one day.