If you find my body, weep not for me.

If you find my body, weep not for me If you find my body, weep not for me. Know that I am not in pain; I am at peace Having chosen my end, I welcomed death As a friend not a foe and, arm in arm, We left this world behind, and sorrow I am... Continue Reading →

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The Eczema Diaries: Constellations

Fingernails tracing constellations on my skin leaving trails of red. ----------------------------- Must stop scratching at night and staining my bedsheets.

Hearts

Hearts For the Germans – Janu, Julius, and Laura "What's your Chinese name," Julius asks after I tell him that I'm Chinese-Singaporean (and, no, we're not all Chinese in Singapore). I curl my tongue backwards and switch on my mother tongue. I reply, "Xin Hui," careful to get the accent right, wishing I had my... Continue Reading →

Bicheno

First poem I've written in a very long while. Too many things have happened since the last time I wrote, and somedays I think I've swallowed and regurgitated the narrative of working life so hard that I've lost my own inner voice. Well, after reading this poem, you can be the judge. A little background... Continue Reading →

Seasons of Change

SEASONS OF CHANGE The single red maple leaf fell Ever so gently from the yellowing sky -- Gentle it may have been, kind it was not. In denial, we buried our faces In the last moments of spring -- Bright roses on borrowed time, Achingly cheerful in the bleak autumn air. We were unwilling to... Continue Reading →

September Sunset

SEPTEMBER SUNSET For you, my mentor; my friend An empty table; A head full of memories. A photograph; A shadow of former glory. A hole in the chest; A bursting heart. A limb amputated; The wind under outstretched wings. A helpless little girl, And the elder brother, her confidant. A handshake, A legacy, A promise,... Continue Reading →

The Eczema Diaries: One Year Later

Here we are again One year on; my skin's attempt At self-destruction. ---------------------------------------------------- It's been one year since my flare-up and, after a gradual healing, we're back to where we started again. I suppose it's just the manifestation of all the stress of term 3.

The Eczema Diaries: Ingrate

I took for granted Healthy skin when I had it -- Too late for regrets. ----------------------------- I used to look at my brother's eczema-ridden legs and feet, and wondered what it must feel like to have skin so itchy that one continues to scratch even though the skin has split and is weeping a constant... Continue Reading →

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