[Poetry] Bully

You thought you could kill me?
With your words as sharp as knives
And the venom dripping from your lies,
Well I’m sorry to disappoint,
But I won’t roll over and die.

© Jade M. Wong 2017

The One Where I Start Again

You: You’re always disappearing from this blog, you know that?

Me: *sigh* I know…

You: I understand you have responsibilities—

Me: This is going to be a lecture, isn’t it?

You: And that Life can be hard sometimes—

Me: Yup, definitely a lecture.

Rejections

You: So, let me guess, you finally heard from the magazines you submitted work to earlier this year?

Me: Yup.

You: Hmm. Judging from the fact that you’re not hyperventilating in excitement, I take it the news is not good?

Me: Nope.

[Poetry] Breathing

Inhale
I start to erase your words from my skin.
Exhale
I’ve come too far to let you win.
Inhale
I will not succumb to your malevolence.
Exhale
I will fight your hatred with my kindness.

© Jade M. Wong 2016

[Poetry] A Life Lesson

They say people don’t change.

But I’ve learned that sometimes, people do change,
And sometimes, they don’t change back
And sometimes, you have to move on,
Because you can’t spend your life waiting for them to change back,

Sometimes, the only thing you can do
Is pick up the memories you once shared
And make something beautiful out of them.

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Reminders

Remember not to compare yourself to strangers on the internet.

Remember that Alan Rickman was a struggling 40-something stage and TV actor when cast in his first breakthrough film.

Remember that…

“There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn’t matter anymore.”

—Laurie Halse Anderson—

[Flash Fiction] When You’re Stuck In Life

We don’t particularly like this sidewalk. The concrete floors get in the way of our roots and the black gates shut us out from the sun’s nourishing rays. Life, however, is about being stuck somewhere you never asked to be stuck in and making the best of it.

Some people make it a little harder to be positive, like the naughty child who marched up to me this morning and ripped off a leaf from my stem. I flinched in pain, which I knew looked like I was swaying in a random breeze. Nobody knew it hurt when they plucked off our leaves or petals because they never saw our pain.