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“What if there were others living in limbo, fighting for balance? What if there were others who understood being strong didn’t mean we were invincible, but rather, it meant we felt our pain and chose to concentrate on the beauty within?
And what if someone was out there with a hole inside their chest they didn’t know how to fill, their only solution to lie in the dark and wait for the emptiness to end, as I still do from time to time?
What if I could help?”~ Jade M. Wong
The love is for all those whose hearts
Are tough from being torn apart
By heartbreak’s touch, by betrayal’s agony,
And are too scared to once again start.
The strength is for all those whose nights
Are full of terrors and invisible frights,
Who spend their days enduring silently
To stay alive in an endless fight.
Remember not to compare yourself to strangers on the internet.
Remember not to let the numbers—of likes, of followers, of zeros on a check—make you feel like you are less than, because you are not. You are enough.
Remember your dreams are valid.Read More »
They tried to dim her light
With trying to make
Her feel ignored.
But she had a light
Born of stardust
As bright as the sun,
As undying as a dream.Read More »
The weight of your world
On my shoulders
Placed there with good intentions
And tough love,
The weight of your hopes
Bending my back
Eternally,Read More »
When I was a child, being Asian-American meant breaking wooden chopsticks over a noodle lunchbox, sunny yellow dresses to bring out the sunny yellow of my skin, and laughing with my colorful classmates because we didn’t know yet we were different.
When I grew older, being Asian-American meant seeing for the first time my father’s oil-stained hands from days of toil, and my mother’s quiet strength as she built a home in the middle of a strange language.Read More »
He promised to show me the sunrise.
We would drive to the beach,
Chasing the dawn,
And wiggle our toes in the sand.
Holding on to his promise
Was like waking up from a dream,
Like reaching out next to me,
To feel the ghost of his hand.Read More »
I used to love rainy days,
Until I was trying to fool myself
That the tears falling down my face
Were rain drops falling from the sky.
When the sun shone
On the crumbs of me,
I realized, even broken,
My pieces still glowed brightly.Read More »
What do you love?
I love…rainy days, fuzzy socks,
A steaming mug of tea,
The way hope glimmers in one’s heart
And sparks warmth and bravery.Read More »
I’m looking for a place
That is peaceful and quiet,
For a moment of calm
Among the days of riot.
A voice whispered, “The world
Will always make an awful din,
Unless, darling girl,
You first calm the chaos within.”
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