I know that this airplane made out of paper,
Was made to fly, to go through the air
Chasing birds, getting grass stains
On pages of where your full name would be
But, I have given this airplane a purpose
To fly into the pages of books that would
Heal my broken mind, a mind filled
With shattered memories.
This paper airplane symbolizes the exploration
The discovery of finding myself within the destination
Of pages that would save me from any future heartache
Even though this paper airplane wasn't given
It's intended purpose to fly into the world right now,
I am glad that this airplane is on my journey to discovering
The Easter eggs of my past, that kept me alive.
I'm content with this gift of yours,
It will remind me of how your words did ground me
I've been in the air for far too long..
Perhaps for 4 years of flying,
I am grateful to have found a place
Where I can embrace, the landscape
That I see right now.
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Contentment
PoetryContentment comes in all different forms; we get satisfied with what we are capable and incapable of doing in this life. These are the discoveries and little adventures I wanted to share with anyone who has ever felt lost and confused with finding t...
