Paper Airplane (for Chelsea)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don't we all posess a treasue chest under torn spiderwebs?

In it we keep

a slice of cake,

a pencil,

a nostalgic music box,

a crystal drop of rain,

a snowflake,

a pair of socks,

a face with a mask,

and a song. 

 

Some of us lost the key to the chest of warm memories.

Some of us would not dare to open it yet:

The scent of failure would reek out of it.

Then the voice of an unhappy weak person saying: They want to go home.

And when when it resounds, it makes us unhappy and weak too.

 

But we must learn to approach it admit that it will always exist as a piecof us, make peace with it, then hold it in our palms, fold it little by little, make it into an airplane of thin paper and set it free from our balcony.

 

It is difficult.

It will takes time. .

And it will make new human beings out of us.

Author's Note

Comments, reviews, and corrections are appreciated.

*Image by *ethe
*Link: http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=paper+plane#/dkzok5

Reviews

[Cherrie]

I love this :) a gentle tugging to remember

[*skittlez*]

i love it

[Marie Harrison]

I love it. Cool poem.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Marvelous! Delightful!