[Poetry] The Choice

On the bathroom floor,
Glass shard in hand,
It catches the light,
Is this the end?

And the tears, they
Bounce off the glass.
Shutting my eyes, I’ll
Just make this fast.

[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] 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.

[Poetry] To All My Sisters, Shine

They tried to dim her light
With taunts,
With words,
With trying to make
Her feel ignored.

But she had a light
Born of stardust
And moonbeams,
As bright as the sun,
As undying as a dream.

[Poetry] New Year Musings

Laughter rings in one corner
Of card games and revelry,
In another corner, gossip
Is exchanged with cups of tea.

Golden mandarins are piled
Next to plates of unfinished food,
And incense slowly burns,
Trailing serenity through the room.

[Poetry] Written Voices

She writes like a jigsaw puzzle,
Complex, intricate,
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.

[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.