I cut you
Yet you don't cry
Colour you, draw on you
Fold you, make you fly
You weigh so little
Yet you carry heavy loads
Sketching, drafting
Helping to decipher life's codes
Each piece a fresh canvas
Starting out blank and faceless
Through you we learn our identity
You give a voice to the voiceless
Perfectly in view
But often out of sight
Always taken for granted
The secret weapon to every fight
You've collected my tears
Preserved them in time
Listened to my fears
No judgement, always kind
I tear you apart
And go back to the start
Pour out my soul
And tell you my heart
You were taken from your home
Forced to be thin and white
When you could have been free
Drifting and swaying in the sunlight
I crumple you up
Yet you remain whole
You help me to breathe
Let me hash out my woes
I grew up with you
Through the scribbles, drawings and first words
Through all the trials and the triumphs
Thank you for helping me feel heard
About the Creator
Sarah O'Grady
I like to play with words to escape reality. Or at least to try and make sense of it.
Debut Poetry Collection - '12:37' - Available on Amazon
Keep reading
More stories from Sarah O'Grady and writers in Poets and other communities.
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH5 days ago in Critique
Comments (1)
Very well written! Never thought of a price of paper had having that much depth, but you captured it very well.