My Piece of PaperA Poem by ChelseaMy piece of paper. I write upon you my pains. And you teach me to forgive.My Piece of Paper Little strips of white paper Are passed about the room My eyes dizzying slightly as they make their ways in broken patterns My paper is handed to me, a lone strip It feels smooth between my fingers A pencil I grip in my other hand It’s edges gently push my soft skin I write, as all the others do in the room On this paper I write. Whom I need to forgive As I scrawl a few names down Realization hits me, as I look at my finished project The hard indentations from the pressure I forced upon my pen Simply I describe this as anger I carry my paper to the fire Dropping it into flames The flames seize my paper without hesitation Easing my worries alas of being rejected I watch as the white edges of the strip blacken around the edges Sparks fly about in the air, orange dots I watch it burn into nothing I reflect on my feelings Nothing, numbness, I no longer feel anger toward those people Just a tingly warm sensation Of forgiveness. © 2010 ChelseaAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on December 29, 2010 Last Updated on December 29, 2010 AuthorChelseaCanadaAboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..Writing
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