“Forever that word was folding creasing
making a documentation of itself
waiting along with all the other slips of paper
creased folded memorized sitting there untouched
a piece of paper lying on the ground
folded, waiting to be Unfolded”
Forever the word everyone said
it was echoing in my mind
on repeat
creasing folding becoming a piece of me,
forever.
Forever that word was folding creasing
making a documentation of itself
waiting along with all the other slips of paper
creased folded memorized sitting there untouched
a piece of paper lying on the ground
folded, waiting to be Unfolded
but no, I won’t let it unfold
for if I do
it will slowly slip away from my mind
touched but only once
only one time it was touched
because that fold, that crease wasn’t strong enough
but no,
no, I won’t let it slip away
because it is important
my past, my life documentation
that was carefully slipped into the P section of my memory
not loose, left to bounce around inside
but crammed in there along with the others left tight
then slammed shut
a nightly formation of memories
dreams
dreams were memories that were loose
and usually by morning they were
unfolded, read taken ahold of and flung somewhere else
ready to be folded and reopened then flung again
and sometimes only occasionally
things were slightly opened
and slipped someone’s mind quickly
and lay loose for a while
then finally crammed back in.
5 Comments
I love how this whole poem is about a piece of paper. Amazing inspiration.
I LOVE IT!!
Hannah
I really loved this poem so much. It was so beautifully written and described. I absolutely loved it!
This is really good, Scarlet.
I ment Scarlett.