MIRANDA WONG %#10063; McCraney Valley Trail 2021 | Bridge | Twist and Turn | Stream of Light | New Life | Flora
MIRANDA WONG ❏ At the beginning, life felt like roses. I looked forward to what the next day would bring. Each passing day, anticipation, excitement, hope, joy and mystery greeted me. I felt gratitude and blessed to be with you, a man I believed was my dream come true. I looked forward to learning more about you as our time together went on, and felt that we were a true unit. I saw ahead of us the chance to grow, both individually and together…
MIRANDA WONG ❏ It was through lessons – of deceit, heartbreak, betrayal, inner turmoil facing self-criticism and the disdain from critics of my naivety, and re-direction to self-love and forgiveness – that I wrote this. It was my attempt to put my plight somewhat in perspective…
MIRANDA WONG ❏ A stone, alone, No purpose, no spark, Once paired or joined, Strength, purpose intact, Its hard side shaved away, By mighty currents of water, Cut, shattered by metal blades, Or crushed to granular matter.
MIRANDA WONG ❏ Thanks to COVID-19 hype I’m confined to my home Saved by electronic gadgets Walks are dreadful alone Kids roam free in apartment above Revved up by grown-up fights My TV drowns their noise at times As I chant, “Calm. Breathe. Focus.”
MIRANDA WONG ❏ I dared not to grace the stage Fearing glimpses of my scars I dared not to recount the stories Overtaken by traumas. Scars reminders of trophies Struggles now triumphs overcome
