Paper Planes

Poem

I was torn away from everyone,
From my familial pad,
From my mum,
My dad,
My brothers,
My sisters,
Everyone.
It would be an understatement to say I was sad.

All I remember was pain,
From my ripped left edge,
And a look, my last,
At the blue lined face of a sister,
With her corner fluttering in farewell.

I remember my mother's face,
Crying, crumpled,
As the inky words gracing her features,
Dissolved into inky blots,
At an alarming pace.

Enveloped by two hands,
Sweaty,
Fleshy,
I felt trapped.
I couldn't move.

I could see light.

Snippity-snip,
Metal gleamed,
And I thought,
Oh Lord, this is the end.
I shut my eyes and gnawed my lip,
At the approaching snippity-snip.
I was going round the bend,
As it got to me,
The stress,
The helplessness,
The suspense.

Then my previous pain was gone,
And my ripped left edge was right again.

I slept.

The sensation of being folded,
Is what woke me out of my slumber,
And into consciousness I jolted.

I wasn't a bird,
I wasn't an origami crane,
Only when I soared,
Tasting the air and freedom,
Did I realise, that,
I was a paper plane.

A/N: Please don't forget to vote and comment. Dedicated to afterthoughts because Wayfaring Companions is honestly on of the most adorable stories that I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Xander and Kira... Their friendship.... So cute... *has a feels attack* Besides, her writing style was captivating as well as good grammar and stunning sentence structure. And for those who didn't get it, this is about a piece of paper that gets torn from a pad and turned into a paper plane.