I was torn away from everyone,

From my familial pad,

From my mum,

My dad,

My brothers,

My sisters,

Everyone.

It would be an understatement to say I was sad.

All I remember was pain,

From my ripped left edge,

And a look, my last,

At the blue lined face of a sister,

With her corner fluttering in farewell.

I remember my mother's face,

Crying, crumpled,

As the inky words gracing her features,

Dissolved into inky blots,

At an alarming pace.

Enveloped by two hands,

Sweaty,

Fleshy,

I felt trapped.

I couldn't move.

I could see light.

Snippity-snip,

Metal gleamed,

And I thought,

Oh Lord, this is the end.

I shut my eyes and gnawed my lip,

At the approaching snippity-snip.

I was going round the bend,

As it got to me,

The stress,

The helplessness,

The suspense.

Then my previous pain was gone,

And my ripped left edge was right again.

I slept.

The sensation of being folded,

Is what woke me out of my slumber,

And into consciousness I jolted.

I wasn't a bird,

I wasn't an origami crane,

Only when I soared,

Tasting the air and freedom,

Did I realise, that,

I was a paper plane.

(A/N:For those who didn't get it, this is about a piece of paper that gets torn from a pad and turned into a paper plane.)

It would be sublime,

If you could spare me some time,Click.

It'll only take a moment,

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