[Poetry] Our Song

Her laugh was the melody,
Like wind chimes in the breeze.
The harmony was the way she’d
Win every argument with ease.
The chorus was the first time
She whispered she loved me,
But my favorite part about her song
Was how it played for eternity.

[Poetry] Sisters

We met when we were fourteen—
An untamable butterfly of a girl,
A girl hiding from herself,
And me, a shy, bookish dreamer.

We grew up over the next ten years—
A young woman flying too high,
A young woman lied to by love,
And me, a young woman in the shadows.

[Poetry] Retreat

I dream of writing
On the back of a great eagle,
Brown and white feathers soaring
Through an endless cerulean sky.

I dream of writing
Surrounded by bookshelves,
Wrapped in the hushed whispers
Of a million adventures.

[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.

[Poetry] Stuck

In my story, without a doubt,
She was my favorite chapter.
Perhaps that’s why, I still can’t
Make myself read past her.

In my story, we were fantastic,
Like fireworks in the night.
Perhaps that’s why, no one else
Will ever feel as right.

© Jade M. Wong

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

From Halloween and New York Comic Con preparations to studying for midterms and digging out scarves, October means a lot of things to a lot of people. For me, October is the month of new beginnings—it is to me what January is to most people.

My year starts in October because this is my birthday month. This was the month I was born, the month I started life, and so every year, this is the month I reflect on how I have lived, make my resolutions for a happier, healthier life, and then start again. 

[Poetry] Existence

I have ink in my veins
And blood in my words,
I have a voice behind this pastiche of a life,
A voice that is dying to be heard.

I have verses in my heart
And a heartbeat in my pen,
I have a raft fashioned from rosewood and paper,
That has saved me again and again.

[Poetry] Therapy

You asked me to write my feelings,
And so I did, although I
Don’t know if you can help me,
But I’d still like you to try.

For years, I’ve walked in the dark
Trying to follow the light within,
But it’s been so long that I don’t know
Where the shadows end and I begin.

Getting A Little Personal…Life Update

Some of you may have noticed that my posts became a bit sporadic lately. Today, I’m getting a little personal with all of you to explain why, and to offer a glimpse into my Real Life these past few weeks.

In my re-introduction post earlier this year, I revealed my struggle with my depression and anxiety, a struggle that has been with me since high school (which, if we’re all doing the math here, was more than a decade ago). Now, I’ll admit, I’ve never been officially diagnosed by a doctor. However, I am familiar with the signs and symptoms from my years of majoring in Psychology in college, and I had regular sessions with a campus counselor when things got really bad for me during my college years.