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Last Farewell

Are you sure about this?

She stares at me with those sad brown eyes. I take a deep breath, determined to stay strong.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

But why now? Why at all?

“Because I can’t stay stuck here forever. I need to start making things happen for myself.”

Can’t I come with you?

I shake my head. “Not this time. You’ve been wonderful and I couldn’t have gotten this far without you, but now it’s time to move on.”

Aren’t you scared?

“Are you kidding?” I smile in an awkward attempt to keep from crying. “I’ve never been more terrified of anything in my life.”

It’s not too late to turn back, you know.

“Hey, I never said I was too scared.”

Something about her laughter reassures me. Maybe I can do this after all.

So what will you do now?

I shrug. “Keep writing the same way I always have. You’re just the mask. Everything else is already mine.”

And you’ll be okay not having me to hide behind anymore?

I pause and breathe a heavy sigh. “Honestly, I can’t be sure yet. All I know is that I’m tired of hiding.”

You realize there’s no going back from this. Once you let me go, you’ll be on your own. Are you ready to be yourself, your real self?

I smile again. “Who else am I going to be?”

Although she doesn’t respond, I already know what she’s thinking. Five years. That’s nothing to sneeze at.

“I am going to miss you.” This time, I can’t stop the tears. “You know that, right?”

Somehow she manages a smile through her own tears.

You’ll be fine. They’re going to love you.

“How do you know that?”

Like you said, I’m just the mask. You’re right, you don’t need me anymore. Maybe you never did. Everything you need is already yours. So don’t be afraid. Just get out there and be you.

I brush the tears off my face. “I will. Promise.”

We both reach a hand toward each other. Our fingers almost touch across the void, perfectly symmetrical through the glass. Though her face never changes, I can feel her fading away, until at last I’m left looking at nothing but a nameless reflection.

What’s in a name? The face in the mirror has always been mine. Soon everyone else will see it too. No longer a persona, just me.

Goodbye, Ms. Wolfe.

Emotions on a Blank Page (Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haibun)

The blank page stares at me, teasing me, mocking me, daring me to write something, anything. I frown back at the white screen, my mind still empty as ever. I reach into the void for any words that will break the block. Why won’t they come? I stare harder, seething at the space I wish would fill itself. Oh, how much I could write just about the frustration of having nothing to say… I stop. I smile. Yes, yes. Fingers to keys, I begin to type. The words come easily now. From rage comes enlightenment, from enlightenment comes triumph. Before I know it, I’m grinning at a finished poem. At last, I’ve conquered the blank page.

Anger fuels the fire
Until all falls into place
And my smile returns
Happiness comes in flashes
But such is a writer’s life!


My response to Colleen Chesebro‘s Weekly Poetry Challenge #76: Joy & Fury. The twist is to only use synonyms for the prompt words! For this challenge, I chose to write a haibun about the emotional rollercoaster that is writing. I hope you enjoy the poem! Thanks for the prompt, Colleen!

Waiting for Spring (Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Tanka)

I endure winter

Until the frost melts away

And the warmth returns

Easter and St. Patrick’s Day

Mark the verdant days of spring!


My response to Colleen Chesebro‘s Weekly Poetry Challenge #75: Patience & Green. The twist is to only use synonyms for the prompt words! For this challenge, I chose to write a tanka about spring. I hope you enjoy the poem! Thanks for the prompt, Colleen!

Already Beautiful

Don’t look at me like that.

That look like you hate what you see.

You know there’s more than meets the eye.

So what if there’s a zit here and there? Who cares about a few hairs out of place? Is it the end of the world if a smile isn’t perfectly straight?

Why do you even listen to them? Ugly is a weapon losers use to take down anyone they see as a threat. It’s just a word. Only you can give it power.

Do you realize how much more valuable you are on the inside? You’re one of the kind souls in a world full of jerks. People would kill to be as smart and funny as you! And who was the last person you met with your level of talent?

Maybe the world isn’t ready for you. But that’s their problem, not yours.

Stop looking in the mirror for the wrong answers. There’s nothing of value here in the glass. You already have everything you need.

There you go! There’s that smile. Now go show it off to the world.

And whatever you do, never, ever forget the truth. Remind yourself of it every single day.

You are already beautiful.

In The Mirror

I used to hate the reflection in my bedroom mirror.

I wanted to be loved, but I’d always failed.

Until I learned to see past the face.

From that day on, my life changed.

Other’s opinions no longer meant anything.

I’d found a true love.

And she was beautiful.

Nobody else mattered.

Only her.

Me.


This piece is based on What If? Exercise 93: “Ten to One”. The exercise is to write a 55-word story in which the first sentence has ten words, the second has nine, etc., until the last sentence has only one word. The objective is to show that precision and thrift in writing can produce surprisingly powerful results. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!

Ode to My Greatest Supporter

Of all the men I’ve held dear in my heart,
Who’ve seen me at my best and at my worst,
You’re still the one who always tops the chart
Because you were the one to love me first.

Your words of wisdom taught me what was right.
Your humor made me laugh throughout the years.
Your discipline served as a guiding light
To chase my dreams and conquer all my fears.

And when I think of everything you’ve done
To help me find success in all I do,
I’m grateful to have always had someone
As loving and as generous as you.

To the best father any girl has had:
I hope you have a Happy Birthday, Dad!


Happy Birthday to my awesome father! Thank you for always supporting my dream to be a writer! I love you!

Only Yours

Believe me, love, when I say
Everything I feel for you is real.

My life changed after you came into it.
You’re the only one for me.

Virtually every moment of my life has
Always been leading me to you.
Love as strong as this was inevitable
Ever since the moment we met.
Now I know the meaning of
True love and all the happiness it brings.
I adore you from the bottom of my heart.
Never doubt my devotion, love;
Every last bit of my heart is yours!

A Year in Heaven

The year I’ve spent with you
Has been the greatest of my life,
A perfect, sweet reward
For our seven years of strife.

The distance was a trial
That year by year we passed,
But it was worth the wait
To be in your arms at last.

Nobody has the power
To make me laugh and smile
The way you always do
With your charming, witty style.

I love how much we share
And how much we think the same.
Forget expensive date nights;
Let’s just stay home and game!

You share in all my laughter
And hold me when I cry.
You make me feel so special
And don’t even have to try.

That’s all the proof I need
That our love is really true:
The year I’ve spent in Heaven
Living happily with you!


Happy Valentine’s Day to my loving boyfriend! Thank you for the most wonderful year of living together! I look forward to many more to come! I love you!

The Things I Didn’t Know

I didn’t know
The world could be
So beautiful.

I didn’t know
There were so many colors
In the sky,
In the trees,
In the earth.

I didn’t know
Music is everywhere,
Life is poetry,
And magic is real.

I didn’t know
Distance is just a word,
That some forces
Are stronger
Than miles of empty space.

I didn’t know
Waiting could be so hard,
And yet so worth it
In the end.

I didn’t know
Anyone would wait
So many years
Just to be with me.

I didn’t know
I could be
So in love
And still fall deeper
Every day.

But then again,
There were many things
I didn’t know
Before I met you.

Scribing Legends (Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Tanka)

Everyday musings

Turn themselves to works of art

Scribbled on the page

Still I chase that fantasy

To craft the perfect story!


My response to Colleen Chesebro‘s Weekly Poetry Challenge #68: Myth & Write. The twist is to only use synonyms for the prompt words! For this challenge, I chose to write a tanka about creativity. I hope you enjoy the poem! Thanks for the prompt, Colleen!

About J.C. Wolfe

J.C. Wolfe is a fiction writer, biologist, and aspiring novelist of science fantasy and romance. A natural-born American and graduate in Marine Ecology from a university in Brazil, J.C. now writes for a living in California while spending free time blogging and penning stories and poetry.

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