I fold my thoughts into paper boats.
Set them drifting in the bathtub of dusk.
They carry whispers I can't say.
Secrets are too fragile even for the wind.
Some float, some sink beneath my fingers.
But I keep folding, again and again.
Each crease is a memory, each fold a pause.
Each journey is a quiet fight against the world.
No one sees them sail but me.
No one hears their gentle giving up.
And in that secret harbor of my hands,
I am both the storm and the calm.
About the Creator
Emily
Poem lover, word collector, and believer in the quiet magic of language. I write to remember, to heal, and to find beauty in the spaces between silence and sound. Every poem is a heartbeat — a small proof that feelings can become art.
You Think I Am Broken
Introduction This is inspired by my situation on Vocal, the Bouke de Vries work and the Screaming Trees song. I know that for many others, they would have walked away from Vocal, but I am taking it as a challenge. I get the feeling that Vocal moderators and others don't want me here (just my imposter syndrome paranoia), but I know a lot of people do, and obviously, some on Vocal do value me, so I will not be giving up.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 days ago in Poets
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