I folded once,
I folded twice.
Then I turned it over and folded thrice.
I created paths to fold
And followed them through.
From square to triangle with a rhythm I once knew.
I folded up
And I folded down.
And it didn't take long until I finally found-
From my folds,
I brought life to a beautiful thing.
A butterfly that danced as it lifted its wing.
Then, from my hands,
It took to the sky.
I watched the folds I had made learn how to fly.
So dainty and gentle.
When it flew its trail made a path.
Just like folds I let guide me so I wanted to laugh.
I silently followed
As if my newborn knew best.
It led me to people and places to rest.
It led me to love,
Loss, and stress too.
The path it had made me was something completely new.
I was right to trust it. I thought,
Smiling at the one it told me to love.
My folds somehow made something as pure as a dove.
My paper butterfly,
Of innocence, wisdom, and strife.
Created the path I had chosen and let me find the love of my life.
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The power of emotions
PoesiaThis is a poetry book: some are positive, some are negative and some unintentionally turn out deep and/or spiritual because that's part of me. I'll try to make as many poems as possible positive though :) I'll add to this whenever I feel like it an...
