Paper Crane

Bent but not broken

folded over and over

feelings cracked wide open

wishing on a four leaf clover

times are tough

pain engulfed you

your edges are rough

hospital rooms aren’t new

you just want to fly

withered and weak

watching the world pass you by

bands and medicine to keep

peace and hope?

your mother watched and waited

on a downward slope

as you were aided

spread your wings she said

you are a paper crane

peace for what is ahead

hope to never come back again...