His hands shake gently
As carefully and kindly
He folded the paper
Gentle as a feather
He pinched the corners
In his head he begged
"One day I'll be happy,
And I won't have to make
these small paper stars"
(February 17, 2024)
YOU ARE READING
It's Ok to Cry, No One Here Will Judge
PoetryA book filled with poems written by me, (J. Eclipse). I hope you like some of them. They are usually written when I feel down or blue. Maybe you can relate to one or two.
