Origami heart


Paper holds memory when folded and creased,
Always coming back to the original fold,

In this I find my heart folding and turning

Folding and bending,

Pattern recognition 

Now,

I am creating new folds,

To change pattern recognition,

Not the same as ripping the heart out and burning into nothingness 

Rather training the paper heart to be resilient and strong,

Even tempered so it knows the new pathways

To be constructed into something new and brilliant,

A reflection of the new found strength,

Silent yet heard,

A yell across the universe,

Awakened and alive,

Birthed and determined.

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