Small Pieces of Paper

Small Pieces of Paper

Waiting with the fever

of anticipation,

patience,

is not my strong suit.

Looking for a letter

baring a soul,

or an hourglass

wrapped in red velvet.

The initial rush

of pleasant anxious feeling,

heart pounding

like a piston,

down through the toes,

past the walls

of this tiny room.

And I’m scared.

And I'm excited.

Tearing up this poem

putting small pieces of paper

in my pocket,

hiding my eyes

from the sun,

or anyone else.

Because they're smiling.

Maybe for the first time.

Reviews

[Raven]

The middle finger I can do without, but you did a really nice job on this poem. I can feel the emotion in this and the ending is like a good payoff. Nice one Abigale.

[Robin]

poetry personal and beautifully expressed ..

'Looking for a letter
baring a soul,
or an hourglass
wrapped in red velvet.'

"Tearing up this poem
putting small pieces of paper
in my pocket"

emotion fills the page .