Fold
A blank piece of paper, soon to be something I will give to you.
I fold it in half, beginning the creation.
Visualizations of what will happen flood my head.
What if you don't like it?
I fold it again, not even near the finished attempt at a creation.
What if I ruin it on accident?
Fold.
What if someone else ruins it before I give it to you?
Fold.
What if it doesn't show my love for you?
Fold.
What if I can't put my heart and soul into it?
Fold.
What if you crush it along with my heart?
Fold.
What if it's
not
good
enough?
Crumple.
This poem is about:
Me