Tears Of The Rose

Paper Cranes

Paper cranes

Origami paper folded and moulded

Into elegant cranes

Wings open to embrace

The agile hands of its creator

So beautifully made

One would barely dare hold it

But despite its beauty

Paper cranes are nothing more than

Bits of meaningless paper

Roughed by age and careless hands

Tossed by the storms of rain

Drenched in tears of hate

Weather beaten, ugly to many

Wrinkled yellowed artefact

Abandoned and alone

Loved by none

You are my Paper Crane

They do not see your determination

To weather the storm

Come out fighting

Despite those mocking voices

Those barbed taunts

And poisoned lies

I pick you up from where you once lay

Scorching in the heat of hate

I cupped you in the palms of my hands

Tenderly holding you

Fragile like glass

And though in the darkness glass is dull

Glass sparkles in light, more beautiful than diamonds

For diamonds are just sparkly things on rings

But shattered glass can redden whoever dares mock it

My little Paper Crane

Fly to me

And I will fold

Nine hundred and ninety nine more cranes

For you to wish upon