[found written inside a paper crane]
i never really felt
like i belonged here,
on the ground i mean.
i never really felt
like i belonged anywhere,
really.
i hate how
everyone seems to
fly away from me.
but i also hate
how some birds fly
where others cannot;
i hate how some
get the ability
and opportunity to soar,
but some
are permanently
stuck on the ground.
just like the rest of us.
i hate how
i fold crane after crane,
but never find the strength
to fly away.
but that's okay,
i guess.
paper cranes can't fly either.
YOU ARE READING
Spring Mountain Treatment Centre
Poetrydull faces glance out the windows; sitting with their sadness drooping their eyelids they perpetually stare out and away in search for better days.
