Stephen Chan Wah

Joined February 2018

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Trinidadian Writer, currently residing in Toronto. The art of writing means many things to me. It is currently changing and I am always finding myself revisiting my passion for writing in new ways. Thanks for any time spent reading my work.

Stories (19/0)

Running From Reality
My eyes are closed I keep them shut For fear that everything will vanish The moment I break their seal It is sometimes entirely easy for me to forget how blessed the earth I touch can be
By Stephen Chan Wah2 years ago in Poets
Papa
The Man I have always known that my father is a great man. Not a perfect man, but that in itself is why I admire him so much. I sometimes catch myself imagining what he would have been like in his younger years. What was he like when he was my age? I try to imagine what thoughts must have been going through his head about his future. Did he know he would become such an important figure in the lives of all those around him or was he just as insecure about his place in the world as I am now?
By Stephen Chan Wah2 years ago in Families
The Tall Grass
Lately, all I have seen is cigarette smoke around me I have been lost in this haze for a long time Even before I ever took my first sip of tobacco
By Stephen Chan Wah2 years ago in Poets
I Am Stuck
Every day is the same The difference, only apparent when looking to Yesterday I turn to the past for relief For it is behind me,
By Stephen Chan Wah3 years ago in Poets
Step Into the Light
The day begins like any other day Yet, I am still captivated by the way the sun hugs the land gently in the mornings. It's blanket, made up of many different hues.
By Stephen Chan Wah3 years ago in Poets
Day by Day
I remember a time when days felt indistinguishable from one another A blur of night and day That seemed infinite in it's potential for consistency
By Stephen Chan Wah4 years ago in Poets
Scratches and Scars
There are some moments in every person's life Where the emotions are so overwhelming They find a way to hide the memories of the pain itself away
By Stephen Chan Wah4 years ago in Poets
Something Nonexistent
It is like a ghost A trick of the mind I think I see the answer To the questions I have been trying to find But it is an illusion
By Stephen Chan Wah4 years ago in Poets
Morning Haze
I force my eyes to stay open In hopes that through my blurry vision I may see an image of the future A hint of foresight so that I may act in confidence
By Stephen Chan Wah4 years ago in Poets
Dependency
Before I even noticed I had formed a relationship with substance I found meaning in the haze and felt free from responsibility by letting my mind be taken over
By Stephen Chan Wah4 years ago in Poets
Sunrise on the Horizon
I have not seen the sunrise in a while But today is different I woke up to see lines of light Peaking into my room from behind the curtains
By Stephen Chan Wah4 years ago in Poets
Fighting Myself
I have often tried to surround myself with people I admired. I would colour my heart with the parts of people That to me, shined bright, like a star in the night or the embers that burn steadily in the fire.
By Stephen Chan Wah4 years ago in Poets

Stephen Chan Wah

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Running From Reality

Papa

The Tall Grass

I Am Stuck

Step Into the Light

Day by Day

Scratches and Scars

Something Nonexistent

Morning Haze

Dependency

Sunrise on the Horizon

Fighting Myself

Stories (19/0)